Here I am
My ghost
My throat
My anything
-
please, don't say sorry
say heart
my throat
and fulmoon host, eating 3 boiled
of something?
Hey! don't handle my religion,
just fake it
no one else needs that drama
were aint we avaible?
-
packing my case
and rest
for the fuckin rest
Poetry by Whispers&Winter
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Written on 2006-01-11 at 21:56
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