Those are just eyes that are shocked, from looking at blue-hair in front.
>>22207472
>Where are the poets?
A poet is here,
Rosie, my dear.
The clock doth tick and tock.
Please, don’t cry,
It’s time to go home,
And hide beneath your rock.
Those are just eyes that are shocked, from looking at blue-hair in front.
>>22207472
>Where are the poets?
A poet is here,
Rosie, my dear.
The clock doth tick and tock.
Please, don’t cry,
It’s time to go home,
And hide beneath your rock.