Toot

Written by (wryl) on 2025-01-01 at 02:33

"Him passing with the stares.

Feeding off each other.

But from inside,

Faces of thunder.

Seven sat down,

Feeling draped in the dark.

We swum around trying to make sense of our luck."

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