Jan 2015
Even the bad poems
Get you laid
I imagine.
My tongue is tired
Of true words.
It is time to rest
And no more
Left to fret
No more.
Get you laid
I imagine.
My tongue is tired
Of true words.
It is time to rest
And no more
Left to fret
No more.
(California)
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