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.
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.
Plot twist! Love that surprise.
What a brilliant alternative to “Guess what“ — Plot twist!
I’m liking your sense of humor.