Poems from aracheleloy
The re’s a ro pe but you ca n’t gr ab on
It’s slip ping t hrough my fin gers
My hand s are get ting red
He’s pul ling
Tryi ng to disconn...
The re’s a ro pe but you ca n’t gr ab on
It’s slip ping t hrough my fin gers
My hand s are get ting red
He’s pul ling
Tryi ng to disconn...