cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying
Friday, February 4, 2011
apothecary.
just let go become a part of the void and the absence of everything there's no sound there's no house nothing there's a flickering lamp that's been flickering since we fucking moved in in the yard it's not ours but one day we're gonna put it out.
Really like this one, I wrote my last poem right after reading it
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