a salty poem
“Folks seekin’ stasis on the red clay testing ground that fixed Democracy into Sunday dinner drizzled in Agape.”
Sir you better WRITEEEEEEEEEEE 😮💨
Thank you thank youuu. I read my work aloud while I revise and when I found this rhythm, I KNEW I had it haha.
“Folks seekin’ stasis on the red clay testing ground that fixed Democracy into Sunday dinner drizzled in Agape.”
Sir you better WRITEEEEEEEEEEE 😮💨
Thank you thank youuu. I read my work aloud while I revise and when I found this rhythm, I KNEW I had it haha.