pie poetry the barometric pressure (whatever that means) causes not acne as much as heartache as it brings in rains or lack thereof and fails to wash away your sins Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
that would be a correct assumption yes… i just felt bad leaving it untitled… though that is how it felt most natural… teach me to second guess me.
I wish I understood the title in conjunction with the rest of the poem’s wholesome goodness.
me too…. meee too
I suppose that would settle the query.
that would be a correct assumption yes… i just felt bad leaving it untitled… though that is how it felt most natural… teach me to second guess me.
titled or not, something in this just definitely rocks.