Tires

Death will come on a cloudy day. Play

me to the ground where I'll rest forever.

eye towards. What waits at rationality’s tomb? Bless!

Myself requires. I run weary for supplication. Mistaken for

higher I refused myself. Shame! Maybe

I just want to learn to ride a bike.

Death will come on a cloudy day. Play me to the ground where I'll rest forever. eye towards. What waits at rationality’s tomb? Bless! Myself requires. I run weary for supplication. Mistaken for higher I refused myself. Shame! Maybe I just want to learn to ride a bike.

By Asia Batchelor