Jan 2016
The cure was in sight
of the distant spiritual squandering
in my filth
so familiar.
A pig slogging in the mire
makes his way over to the trough
blissful
but something's beckoning.
of the distant spiritual squandering
in my filth
so familiar.
A pig slogging in the mire
makes his way over to the trough
blissful
but something's beckoning.
A calling.
