a shrinking star·17 of 31·ongoing
← WRITINGfolquenesch
2025-04-08
puzzle so fresh
no clue
dazzle folquenesch
why so rapey
they can never break me
i will never forget thee
lets call seasons spree
kissed the storm and called it funny
you spoke about it as if i was a mummy
oh folquenesch
you thief of names
ache in velvet skin,
forgets what it takes!
mirror held in tremble’s grip
fire was water before it
asking questions questions
questions questions questions
folquenesch game you play
aparted me scripples tinface
dribble me back into place
cant you see preasley face
truth gets lost when edge is soft
you’re moving but you can’t go
conflicted race
race all you make me do
do you even watch me run
or do you run me
vam me lam me and mran me
make money?
slarn me and darn me 69 me