I can’t
stop
thinking
about that
huge moon
morbid O
symptoms
littered
across
the sky
the air
stuffed,
a viral
ring or
crown,
O huge
moon
what is it
that you
want
from us?
I can’t
stop
thinking
about that
huge moon
morbid O
symptoms
littered
across
the sky
the air
stuffed,
a viral
ring or
crown,
O huge
moon
what is it
that you
want
from us?