Poets are sent to a special kind of hell;
Where you put in a coin,
and the gumball colour you want comes out.
It is by being given what we feel we deserve
That we run out of things to write.
Sep 25, 2013
Sep 25, 2013 at 3:46 AM UTC
Poets are sent to a special kind of hell;
Where you put in a coin,
and the gumball colour you want comes out.
It is by being given what we feel we deserve
That we run out of things to write.
