Bacon and Scrambled Ego's
oh is slips
like mist
from my wrist
and takes a stroll upon the page
the scrambled ego's
I'd or did i mean id
scrapping symbols
just to exist
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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