Crooked Looks, Along With Noxal Ire, To See Me Trapped Is What They Desire, And To Gruesome Nox's Butt Clapped Away, And From The Daylight... Poem by Joshua Guillory

Crooked Looks, Along With Noxal Ire, To See Me Trapped Is What They Desire, And To Gruesome Nox's Butt Clapped Away, And From The Daylight...



Crooked looks, along with noxal ire,
To see me trapped is what they desire,
And to gruesome Nox's butt clapped away,
And from the daylight shut behind the day.

- Joshua A. Guillory

Tuesday, February 23, 2021
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