Time Comes

Noah

In a black château

Philosophical reminiscence on repeat

 

A dance shall quake the shell

Surrounding the feet

 

With a teak wood torso

Jointed ligaments to match

 

As you grow older

You are no longer the puppet

But the string attached

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2019 21:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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