Unwell.

Wallace

Acid rain does stain my window pane.

Polluted snow does chemically glow.

Air unpure does ail my lungs.

Water unclean does fester tongues.

Progress.

I.

Digress.

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 8th, 2017 01:52
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