Is a pillow a disciplinary form of some metaphor?
Any way I'm the one who's quite dead now
so please you wear the mask.
I have two to hide my head under?
Mumbling in her nasty girl hole some come calling sleep.
It was not long, after that, it became even longer.
Rolling over the moon and I found the arrow.
It rattled yet but still I found it broke.
And I hummed a song, from first to end,
I found it for the second time in the center of the friend.
It was virus that did the deed
but not the one I thought would be.
1 comment:
Damn, Trooper, how do you do that?
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