Mohua Rumpa
New member
the sun's glare tones your eyes while
the hum of empty bottles resonates
among the self inclined dune dwellers
your own little clique
one to ingratiate a night society
aiming to empty all cellars
every drop and every bud -
a collective profession of disorder
feels like something mappy would write (only a little) but it's the first thing i've written in weeks
the hum of empty bottles resonates
among the self inclined dune dwellers
your own little clique
one to ingratiate a night society
aiming to empty all cellars
every drop and every bud -
a collective profession of disorder
feels like something mappy would write (only a little) but it's the first thing i've written in weeks