Stainless steel **** spills
Out of my ****
As I hold my breath in restraint
Trying, failing to prevent my mind
From circling back in ******
To its constant
I drew a Baoboa tree tonight
And had the drunken thought that
If trees could bleed
There wouldn't be
Any more hate
I'm sorry that liquor
Always brings me back here
To sleep
Under a Baoboa tree
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:11 AM UTC
Stainless steel **** spills
Out of my ****
As I hold my breath in restraint
Trying, failing to prevent my mind
From circling back in ******
To its constant
I drew a Baoboa tree tonight
And had the drunken thought that
If trees could bleed
There wouldn't be
Any more hate
I'm sorry that liquor
Always brings me back here
To sleep
Under a Baoboa tree
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