Friday, September 17, 2010
THE FLOATING CORK
Things we forget. Today I discovered a part of me I would never want to know existed. And I am sorry, very sorry.
Melancholy does not suit me
I whittle up in tears
Am rendered useless total
In sorry state of fears
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visceral
September 22, 2010 at 3:27 PM
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Mischz Mischz
September 30, 2010 at 6:43 PM
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visceral
October 2, 2010 at 12:44 AM
They chopped you down, you dried up fast.
If you get lit, oh what a blast.
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