I have a bug under my skin
crawling within the depths of my
soul
it fritters on and about
like a teapot
short and stout
ready to release the contents of its
spout
screaming and shouting
LET ME OUT!
it loves to write
frightening details
on starry nights
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
I have a bug under my skin
crawling within the depths of my
soul
it fritters on and about
like a teapot
short and stout
ready to release the contents of its
spout
screaming and shouting
LET ME OUT!
it loves to write
frightening details
on starry nights
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