not another soggy wind pipe sonnet
curb side prophet
fodder.
and i keep leaving shadows of you
on
the doorsteps
of everyone that's loved me since.
i can't throw it away
and, god- believe me
when i say i've tried.
Apr 13, 2012
Apr 13, 2012 at 11:48 PM UTC
not another soggy wind pipe sonnet
curb side prophet
fodder.
and i keep leaving shadows of you
on
the doorsteps
of everyone that's loved me since.
i can't throw it away
and, god- believe me
when i say i've tried.
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