Poetry · Writing cheese shredder January 9, 2020 SamT.Gutierrez the vault, is empty picked clean like the slowest in the pack, treasure fallen to the bottom the bottom of the ocean, popping little ben’s eyes green eyes drowning in the black Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
