i'm weaving in and out of your thoughts as the crow in the tree chokes on the black light and spits out a dot against the blue and as you go through the day, with an inspired two step and a broken heel, i'm in your thoughts again, That fucker, i knew he'd run, the minute i asked him to move in. Fuck you Mike! Poet, my ass!
Out Of The Range Of Promise
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December 28, 2022