Poetrynoveltyhas its own appetiteCael LawenuSep 10, 202555ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedGive it to me yeah, there. I want that new shit. I'll tuck it away, ... collect it. yummy— still hungry whet my lips. i'm wreck'd— Flip it? unlatch. watch it hatch.PreviousNext
Incredible write!
I feel like this would make a sweet and haunting clap game for new aged playground kids.