SheepA Poem by a_methysteIt all began with clouds in the sky. We used to call them sheepy horses.. Me and my friend, Every other object. Same sync. How would I walk? When there was no friction? It was an awkward tense.
It all began with clouds in the sky.
We used to call them sheep, horses.. Me and my friend, Every other object. Same sync. How would I walk? When there was no friction? It was an awkward tense. © 2025 a_methyste |
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Added on March 26, 2025 Last Updated on March 26, 2025 |

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