I'm just as surprised as everyone else about what comes out of my mouth.
i. There once was a… girl. No, no, that’s not quite right. Let’s try again. There once was a girl who was a boy who was a girl who was both who was neither.
By Baz James2 years ago in Poets
There’s a girl in a picture Made of bones and grave dirt She dug herself up from a forever Of being forgotten under the weeds and immortelle
There’s a creature sitting IN ON OUT of my chest
