Eros

We will meet in Elysium. Lullabyic hysteria “It is too late,” I said. The fire is open. Where is war when you need it? We will meet in Elysium. Lullabyic hysteria I will play romance on my violin until a thousand dollars fills my case. We can race the racetrack until our lungs come back. O, L. Reach out and try it. Our cigars will still smoke a hundred years later. This is how the mad half lives. --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support