Legs shaking, one voice echoing throughout the room.
The waves of his tone bouncing off of every corner.
Shuffled movement,
All I can hear is the rain outside.
All I can hear is the rain outside.
About Me.
- Emma Cherry
- In a yellow sumbarine, Liechtenstein
- We must blend into the choir Sing as static with the whole. We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul. And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won. We must run, we must run, we must run.
