my day -
no, summers day,
lay cloacked in
my fog
thick and veiling
there's distant screams,
tears from another
and
the smell of
drugs - just lit.
is this how we
mourn our
violence?
Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 5:21 AM UTC
my day -
no, summers day,
lay cloacked in
my fog
thick and veiling
there's distant screams,
tears from another
and
the smell of
drugs - just lit.
is this how we
mourn our
violence?
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