blighter's rock
"He's scared. Don't you ever just get scared?"
Psuedopod. Fake foot. Flatline inflated.
The innocent motion covers little ground.
(I counted pins
And measured needles. None
Long enough
To puncture
The sky, so why cry?
Albumin black
Stays intact.)
"He's scared. Don't you ever just get scared?"
Psuedopod. Fake foot. Flatline inflated.
The innocent motion covers little ground.
(I counted pins
And measured needles. None
Long enough
To puncture
The sky, so why cry?
Albumin black
Stays intact.)
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y:
Your poems are like Rubik's cubes man. 
slide:
Thankyou! 