The Ineffable
- Innanis Aeterna
- A friend called me a man-whore once. She was wrong. Gigolos charge. I do one night stands for free.
On a cobweb afternoon
In a room full of emptiness
By a freeway I confess
I was lost in the pages
Of a book full of death
Reading how we’ll die alone
And if we’re good we’ll lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
1 have sought audience:
very... especially with the red hues.
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