"stubb" poems
From my toes to my head:
I paint,
I stubb,
I shave,
I scrape,
I procreate,
I digest,
I flow,
I breathe,
I break,
I beat,
I crane,
I kiss,
I sniff,
I see,
I think.
Jul 31, 2013
Jul 31, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
.... its said we speak of what our heart is full of..
I find this uncomfortable if I stubb my big toe..
and all that comes out is **** **** ****
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC