Apr 2015
And I'm listening to Cat Stevens
yes, I want to live on a commune
yes, I wish I had someone to talk to
yes, I'm in an awful way
(All I do, lately, is steal the words of my heroes. Please forgive the dull torpor etc etc etc)
yes, I want to live on a commune
yes, I wish I had someone to talk to
yes, I'm in an awful way
(All I do, lately, is steal the words of my heroes. Please forgive the dull torpor etc etc etc)
I swear that poetry...such as it is...only exists because of pain. Does anyone else agree?
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