Cul-de-sac
Dark moods swinging, breeding.
It’s hysteria, I reckon. Yet
nonetheless I rarely felt
the vaults beneath with such terror.
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Dark moods swinging, breeding.
It’s hysteria, I reckon. Yet
nonetheless I rarely felt
the vaults beneath with such terror.
Category: Dikt | Tags: English, Gedicht, Moi | estienne210 Kommentare deaktiviert für Cul-de-sac