gulp graphs and grasp the sheer size
and total scale of the crash
the boulder smolders
and the planes reroute
i can’t even figure there’s diggers about yet
there’s media men, antenna tents, attention gets
me all riled up and the blast in the past
doesn’t mean nothin.
distrust!
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Author:
jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 12th, 2023 01:38
- Category: Unclassified
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