round and deep.
The color of shallow waters,
her eyes resembled.
Black and red,
a timeless concept.
The hole in her head,
leaking out every secret.
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.
