A lil black phone with my poems in

Jam Jar Potions Jam‑jar potions from roses and rain water made their secrets spill, as colours mute and fade. Today green rice and incense...

Plinky Songs You sing of sirens, riding the tides of green tea soft myths for hard days. Books on guns open, strummed with lul...

More likely to ask does it come with waifers?  It's not that I diss Swift, I'm just more metal than pop, I prefer dropping rhymes  w...