I sit here on this crushed and shattered rainbow throne of glinting glass all in black with a sphere of many colors in one paw and a Smith and Wesson nine in the other and do you know my vulpine face is frozen in a rictus of half a smile and half a snarl. I hate this castle.
Waiting here in the badlands for your bullet train I've gone insane.
Waiting here in the badlands for your bullet train I've gone insane.
Category Poetry / All
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