Mouth filled:
23 years of cotton.
I'd bite my tongue too,
if I could find it.
Swallow hard to smile, honey.
It never stops.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Thursday, June 6, 2013
UNDRGRND
Presently pitying me,
I beg. And by entirely different means,
I found the way you lost yourself.
You wanted to believe in anything.
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