Underverse
Ancient reality.
Guitars playing a humble tune,
of restless death.
String attached,
from my soul to my cock.
An neverending lovestory,
between a mother and her womb.
Nothingness upholds,
the silence breaks up and shines.
Restless no more.
No more, no less.
Tills vidare, join the verse and make it your own.
// m
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