“Let it be misheard, unbelievably evocative.
I buckled and rose
As God and the wrist
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions”
Let it be misheard, unbelievably evocative.
I buckled and rose
As God and the wrist
How mere riches be
A war or we lose
Close into symbols
A fly drinks the ignitions