Capítulo 94: who mr. owl? who?
This is her style
Leaving at 1am on her high
She can't deny her time
To be free of the world at nigh
This is her kind
Lip-syncing the boisterous chimes
Of her travels left behind
Speckled in rust overtime
This is her price
Blistering palms by waking cries
Slick memories never holding tight
All because it's denied;
Hidden from who she hides -
Me.
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SabbiBish "me" can be anyone tbh
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