Psyopus
Our Puzzling Encounters Considered
Construct this jigsaw
Laced with your true intentions
I can't figure out
Who the hell or
What the fuck we are
What is this?
Love poems with Cupid as a martyr?
Collapse under the crushing wonder
Wonder
Core curiosity
Drives my stomach eating itself alive
Discovering sweet
in the heart of a chameleon
My starving
stomach eats itself alive
this puzzle
Relying on projection
You can't figure out
who the fuck
or where hell we are
or how to even care
From Letras Mania