troubled heart (Remove filter)
Storm Petrel
The black death, you troubadour, songwriter
Writing to verse, cauterising your heart
Sit in bars, watching the optics pour
Harbingers of bad weather.
Monday 2nd December 2024 2:11 pm
troubled heart (Remove filter)
The black death, you troubadour, songwriter
Writing to verse, cauterising your heart
Sit in bars, watching the optics pour
Harbingers of bad weather.
Monday 2nd December 2024 2:11 pm
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