i hug myself in seek of desperate warmth
from the harsh breeze of
Atlantis.
"penge" mumbling my lips were.....
the
oasis of oblivion shrugs me out of defeat
when it couldn't tempt me
to insanity
instead it now politely asks me for mercy and selfless
compassion
to redeem myself from the wreckage of the darkest
invasion.
"penge" groaning its voice was.....
{ mood } pussy-eyed
Filed under the frantic disciple counts | hn. your pen's toilet
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