I fell into a burrow,
Became nameless like a seed
Becomes shameless out of need.
A well of lerking peril,
A name aimless like a ****
That roams aimlessly as creed.
I fell onto an arrow.
Aug 24, 2024
Aug 24, 2024 at 7:29 AM UTC
I fell into a burrow,
Became nameless like a seed
Becomes shameless out of need.
A well of lerking peril,
A name aimless like a ****
That roams aimlessly as creed.
I fell onto an arrow.
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