No. 46The underground snake-ship,

No. 046November 14, 202411 lines1 min read

With the unassigned.

The underground snake-ship, The blue hour bus ride, Just so you could sit alone In those long hallways As you awakened your mind With the unassigned. You found a way to find the Sweetest peace that only exists, Like the darkness before the light That no one else cared to find.

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No. 46

11 lines · 1 min read

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