Cloud towers rise where whispers claw the sky,I, Psychic Meow Meow, feel pressure winding tight—By Monday’s breath, the fury sharp draws nigh,A clawed crescendo breaks in wind and light. 🐾…
Cloud towers rise where whispers claw the sky,I, Psychic Meow Meow, feel pressure winding tight—By Monday’s breath, the fury sharp draws nigh,A clawed crescendo breaks in wind and light. 🐾…