Rocket in the Vase
Rocket in the vase, in my bedroom, in the dead of night. My long curtains partially open I lay popped up it is silent. I am still, is this real…
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Rocket in the vase, in my bedroom, in the dead of night. My long curtains partially open I lay popped up it is silent. I am still, is this real…
Will you love me away for a day, and night in any way. Today or another day there is a cure, for your thoughts are pure. I know of this,…
The Little Lantern Peoples of Hanger Hill, we are now approaching the year three thousand, many world downturns later and the fashioned nature of the time is producing smaller peoples…
In subversion are the human’s heads tilted to one side, as if dosed with viral load chaos seems to have completed what it set out to do, scramble the mind…
One way ticket to blank so my friends this is immortality the colour was black bleak, to say the least considering I was supposed to be no more further on…