callum-mckean
American
These poems are basically just residue of the bullshit my body hammers out every minute. My peers often speak fondly of my poetry, saying things such as, "I don't get it" and "What the fuck" in their deep, melodious voices. I spend most of my free time trying to reconcile my brain and my skull.
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