GabrielWensleyWhisper

New Hampshire
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My Poisonous SkiesThe skies are laced with narcotics, / I am spinning, spinning out of control, / Lost in the vastness
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Dec 6, 2016
AfraidI am trapped, deep within the walls of my own subconscious. / I mortared brick with dark thoughts an
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Dec 5, 2016
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