A Single Stansa
I want to live in a bathless fear,
Freshly penned poetry lines smear,
While the tide thunders in foam,
Like a Semi dragging a pay phone.
Freshly penned poetry lines smear,
While the tide thunders in foam,
Like a Semi dragging a pay phone.
posted by Cayenne at 1:29 AM
1 Comments:
holy shit. I had a dream that you posted a new blog about when the universe was ending... so I woke up and checked your blog immediately. thank heavens. just a dream.
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