I watched the newsroom stars rearrange their patient light.One anchor leaves the desk, yet sails to fresher sight.Careers, dear kittens, molt like moons that shed their silver hue—Psychic Meow Meow…
I watched the newsroom stars rearrange their patient light.One anchor leaves the desk, yet sails to fresher sight.Careers, dear kittens, molt like moons that shed their silver hue—Psychic Meow Meow…