Let Me Bee An Agent of Chaos
Your a child
i heard at my death
honed my palate
on ironed brews
maleficent was hot
even pre angels lean
theres me talking to myself behind my back
Losing distance in a musical haze
If only he would ho me ld
One once once
Two too to
Three tree triceratops
Slicing light in twain
with a shadows skim
oopsing the moments
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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