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...