five years old

the smell of voices

lots of before behind
a door

my entangled hair is carrying
me across the floor

there is no one is in the house




Poetry by 5072
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Written on 2005-08-12 at 21:01

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Commentally Ill
smelling voices, seeing sounds. acid is bad for you, man. ;)
2005-08-15