All We Want Is To
Change The Tides
To Cry Apon Weather.
We Live Or Die.
The Waters Have Run Dry And The Seas Have Crystallized.
Into Cold Hard Ice Seas We Weep For Pisces.
The Twin Fish Of Relevance.
Only Wish For Peace That's All They Beseed.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
