Feral Days
kill what you love
Monday, November 16, 2009
therapy
Inside my mouth is a cave
dripping with claustrophobia and whole notes,
my head is the throb
of the ugliest drum you've ever heard
beat.
All I hope is that chamomile steeped in water
can cure that.
Going to bed early, can you believe it?
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crazyyyyyyyyyyy, sleep for both of us. luff.
November 17, 2009 at 12:12 PM
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crazyyyyyyyyyyy, sleep for both of us. luff.
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