He stretched out
Camouflaged
Shot across the floor
A rocket ship
A trail of ink
I gathered
Dipped my quill in
And satisfied my urges
With words of plenty
i am a philosopher of eternal thought
He stretched out
Camouflaged
Shot across the floor
A rocket ship
A trail of ink
I gathered
Dipped my quill in
And satisfied my urges
With words of plenty
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