horrors
Have
Hands
Hands have
Highs—-
Hightower-clock
Hands
Halt,
Hating
Histories
Housing
Hidden
Horrors,
How hard hangovers hit,
High hot heaving;
Hardly hanging
Howl, hum, hug
Huddle hopefully
Halcyon Hallucinations,
Hovering high.
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Comments (4)
Great words in the form of a stiletto sis
I love the way you made the line “How hard hangovers hit” hit so HARD! Heckin’ clever
Nice❤️
tongue twisting but good!