heresy poetry bleach the truth right out and level it with wrong make it not who or how or why and what but only about feelings and then in a world without spores even mold cannot survive 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...
fresh and honest.
nice one
Stick it to the man.