My First
Dawson Mystique sat on a spike on his seat,
he'd jump to leave
but wouldn't lose his seat,
if ever he could learn to take it on as a plead,
rather than his monstrous scene,
he just might be able...
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2018
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