Tuesday, December 16, 2014



A resting place for my food,
a throne set before me, before I chew.

A moving force, I’m surfing tectonic,
I have one in my arm, now I’m bionic.

My date found a mistake,
my phone went to sleep late,
armor missing a plate, here comes a heated debate.
Now I’m running nude while eating off a plate.


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