Storm
You were gun-toting
slinging syllables to the wind
which howled and cursed your demise.
*author's note: this poem has been swept away.
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You were gun-toting
slinging syllables to the wind
which howled and cursed your demise.
*author's note: this poem has been swept away.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: AzTruyen.Top