Because I am
- Barkus
- Dec 31, 2025
- 1 min read
Give me death instead of shelter.
A funeral before we call it home.
Burnt ash and scattered beer cans
Scorpions riding on the backs of frogs
and an asp frozen to the miller’s chest
Cleopatra!
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