“We Exist Together Now,
2 Corpses,
1 Grave.”
Fuck drolling meter.
Played at Sonnet Races,
Romance Entropy & Death,
In Tandem With Life.
Joy.
Laughter.
Not now fool I was.
More foolish with age.
White hairs too young,
Prompting joy.
No grey,
Eh?
We go straight to white.
30.
Bell Curves.
Bonus Time!
!
In Tandem With Life.
