🥔potato brained🧠
No longer I have anger
Like a soot
Lies at the back of the pot.
Not too few, not too many.
Not an inconvenience.
Dried up, forgotten.
I promised, to scrape it out.
I lied.
No longer I have anger
Like a soot
Lies at the back of the pot.
Not too few, not too many.
Not an inconvenience.
Dried up, forgotten.
I promised, to scrape it out.
I lied.