Daily Archives: November 3, 2022
That fat full wily wench is a liar, you know. She steals (light) our hearts And makes us feel infinite. Plot twist: We’re not. ::In November, we poem.
This poem will not stop spilling. It’s thrilling, really if you can keep up. She can’t shut her trap to save her life. Words every -where. She says drink meand we do, because she is both decadent and true and all things in between. As well as … Continue reading