His eyes swerve.
Blue and unrepentant.
Bland and overbearing.
Not caring what they fall upon.
He’s a slouch, he is, but
his lips taste like cinammon.
-r. miller
Cinammon
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His eyes swerve.
Blue and unrepentant.
Bland and overbearing.
Not caring what they fall upon.
He’s a slouch, he is, but
his lips taste like cinammon.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 