Cabin fever
.
Without light
Gold will
Not
Glisten
Without hers
Turgid fupa
‘Tatched
Az molded
Clay
Unto
Hern thicks
did i mention
‘Bout the gold
*Glistening*
"regard not the
scop
the bard iz the
punctilious
carnivore"
hm
Copyright © James Peranteau | Year Posted 2024
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