fitting in, within the line,
I feel an eruption and a quake
denying freedom beguiles in me,
a catastrophic shake
nightmares are so frightening
yet even worse, while I am awake
Spyro gyro whisk the pattern break the bed, jump on the slatten ruse amuse, a choice to choose win over abused, the beaten will lose not one...
No comments:
Post a Comment