Teeth of Olympia

Stand down To the teeth Of Olympia Lay down Like you’re becking It’s call Wind down Feel the wind On your face You ain’t never Felt a force Like this Come on now And walk along Its hilly tastebuds Spectating its visage Take pictures Of its cavities Admire its plaque And bleeding gums Gaze outContinue reading “Teeth of Olympia”

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