mad queen

there’s a river winding through my palace,made of gold, glistening and shimmering,i dip my feet into it every morning,wash my face in its holy waters,thanks for that, fools,you bought me this liquid gold,i gift you this black coal. your poisonous words hit my coat,gave me a lion’s roar – queen of the jungle, I stalkedContinue reading “mad queen”

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