Poems from DMND28815

Most of my life has been in the dungeon. Countless numbers of groundings, Countless numbers of lectures, but yet, I am used to it. It's all...
I wish I didn't feel this way toward my ill-fated lover. The croosing stars. The swirling clouds. The potion is key. The key to unity. The...
Sacrifice, the action of aspiration It is the burning of a lamb. Chemicals in a black girl's hair. Makeup on a white girl's skin. It is the...