635 – Drinking alone
Rain falls heavy
On a hot summer night.
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Rain falls heavy
On a hot summer night.
You are not what you think you are.
It was such a voluptuous button.
Tiny iron teeth
Gnawing at the roots
Of a single purple rose
Within my head.
It was a dark and stormy night.
“I screwed up really bad, didn’t I?”
A cup of fragrant tea on a cold winter night.
The algorithm yawns…
“All enemy ships have been destroyed or disabled, Captain.”
This is not an exit