i can't write when i should
my words don't like rules
they have their own sleep schedule
but ohhh when they want
to came and play i can't stop them
they are pouring out of me
like a juice out of those juice boxes
when you blow air in the straw
...
/M.A/
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
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