Tall and proud,
Quite the cyclops
Till time again the culprit
Bleeds its life away.
Wheezing softly, a concealed exhale
Shrinks the pupils and rivals
The shine of the mooon.
Cylindrical,
Regardable,
Extinguishable.
havent posted in a while, merry christmas everyone
pastrniu.
xx
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