Poetry of the Broken
Poetry of the Broken

Poetry of the Broken

HUX: W have been through so much, the stars grinning behind our eyes

Dying on the borders of the universe, living the glory of the future

We subdued the world, painting it red

So why the heck I always feel like you want to stab me in the back?


HUX: Now your’s turn to sing. Confess.

PHASMA: *looking into his cup* I knew you drink caf with the alcohol, but it’s caf with high voltage spirit.

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