Warm orange light casts a glow on shadowy walls,
Colder and more fearful the hour as darkness falls,
And then there is me bleeding and angry,
Upset that there is 99 pounds of me that yet continue to be.
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 3:38 PM UTC
Warm orange light casts a glow on shadowy walls,
Colder and more fearful the hour as darkness falls,
And then there is me bleeding and angry,
Upset that there is 99 pounds of me that yet continue to be.
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