May 2012
My blood
runs ***
&
my body breaks up
like ****.
Eat me.
Drink me.
Smoke me.
**** me.
I'm way too high to write good poetry.
But I'll keep trying.
runs ***
&
my body breaks up
like ****.
Eat me.
Drink me.
Smoke me.
**** me.
I'm way too high to write good poetry.
But I'll keep trying.
