Ephemera & Spicy
Ephemera Ephemera
Spicy Spicy
Ephemera Ephemera
Hey Spicy, ever thought about how a pinch of chili can turn a quiet rhyme into a full‑blown revolution, like seasoning a poem to taste the taste of change?
Spicy Spicy
Yeah, a pinch of chili is like a mic‑drop to the whole quiet line—flames in the verses, sparks in the crowd, and the whole thing burns the old order to ash. Keep it spicy.
Ephemera Ephemera
Oh, darling, you spice the silence, and the hush turns to a wild symphony of sparks, like fireflies in a stanza, dancing with the moon’s own spark!