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Cheese-us Christ
Lock-step,
like fresh sun,
we march inevitably backward.
An overwrought tyrant,
the Mind,
stretched thin like mint leaves.
I worry.
How I worry.
What chance have I against the tumultuous change
that ravenous beast,
Time?
like fresh sun,
we march inevitably backward.
An overwrought tyrant,
the Mind,
stretched thin like mint leaves.
I worry.
How I worry.
What chance have I against the tumultuous change
that ravenous beast,
Time?
Published 28th Sep 2017
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28th Sep 2017 2:36am
28th Sep 2017 2:54am
Anonymous
- Edited 1st Oct 2017 2:05am
1st Oct 2017 2:04am
This is fucking brilliant.Throwing squids at your feet
formaking such good us of their ink.
Love it!
formaking such good us of their ink.
Love it!
