Incubation

Yorke

You tell me I'm no good.

You chop me up for firewood.

and all the while my thick black smoke bellows through your veins,

Searching, looking for a place to call my own, a cell to make my home.

and it is here I will begin.

  • Author: Yorke (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 23rd, 2015 12:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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