It is
My turn
For a ration
Of
Pain in this
Minute world
Where my
Tongue
Becomes a rug
For muddy
Shoes to
Scratch upon
And where my
Heart becomes
A marbled
Gravestone.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
It is
My turn
For a ration
Of
Pain in this
Minute world
Where my
Tongue
Becomes a rug
For muddy
Shoes to
Scratch upon
And where my
Heart becomes
A marbled
Gravestone.
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