per aspera, for the love of god
let me down
the oil of the asp,
the bee in my bonnet
in a needle
rolling deep
in the hay,
the raspy cough
from the hayfever on my
cilia,
on the kitchen counter,
in my mind.
Let me off this bottomless ladder
you ********
you fiends.
Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
per aspera, for the love of god
let me down
the oil of the asp,
the bee in my bonnet
in a needle
rolling deep
in the hay,
the raspy cough
from the hayfever on my
cilia,
on the kitchen counter,
in my mind.
Let me off this bottomless ladder
you ********
you fiends.
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