"chasing down
psycho-babble
with distilled
shots of art
after detonation,
was not unlike
unlike being
spellbound
by a lover's
jawline,
unhinged."
||shoo.shu ||
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
"chasing down
psycho-babble
with distilled
shots of art
after detonation,
was not unlike
unlike being
spellbound
by a lover's
jawline,
unhinged."
||shoo.shu ||
This poem is about the wasted days my boyfriend and I spent anihilated in mayhem.
