Why wasn’t I in Belfast?
And since when Cinderella
throws her shoe into a spam box?

Who left the post office closed?
And how come I feel, you jinxed
my powers when you left?

How loud the scream
of a dead sea serpent can be?
Is it spoken truth or blue dreams?

Is there a detergent for the mess?
If I ever figure out the math,
will I be back to a normal track?



“Questions” by Reckless Chaos on


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