Wednesday, May 13, 2026

2.5123 : 5/13/19 : Punk

Where the
air cushion
hits the
post apocalyptic
tarmac
like eighties
hover punk
I guess
you feel me Jack?
the tossing out
the string-along
not much of
a world-build
truth to tell
the plot is thin
and that's one
lily
I can't gild

what

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