Feb 2016
Why am I this way
Why
Won't it
Go
A-
Way. No More
Sorrow, come again
Another day. Pain
Opening to scars to tar
Decay. Decayed in
Fleshly illness.
Sick.
Popped brain matter
To make poetry
From slate.
Why
Won't it
Go
A-
Way. No More
Sorrow, come again
Another day. Pain
Opening to scars to tar
Decay. Decayed in
Fleshly illness.
Sick.
Popped brain matter
To make poetry
From slate.
(Mexico city, mexico)
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