Psychic Meow Meow hums low in twilight’s glare,“Gavels fade like echoes lost in thinning air.Flights of power drift where judgment cannot stay—And questions curl their tails, then slip away.” The…
Psychic Meow Meow hums low in twilight’s glare,“Gavels fade like echoes lost in thinning air.Flights of power drift where judgment cannot stay—And questions curl their tails, then slip away.” The…