Apr 2015
Plastic tents,
these ******* beeps
and maddening
******* sounds.
Dear Lord,
I want to go home...
but I left my legs
in the desert,
somewhere
near where
the pink-mist
engulfed me.
these ******* beeps
and maddening
******* sounds.
Dear Lord,
I want to go home...
but I left my legs
in the desert,
somewhere
near where
the pink-mist
engulfed me.
(GRB090423)
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