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can't
as blood bursts inside me
those old cold lethargies
reach for the adrenaline of last Friday 3am
to lay blame
since grandmother death
rests elbows on me
while she spits and sucks eggs
in the barely oxygenated
thick white morning
what story would have soothed
with regret i cannot tell
those old cold lethargies
reach for the adrenaline of last Friday 3am
to lay blame
since grandmother death
rests elbows on me
while she spits and sucks eggs
in the barely oxygenated
thick white morning
what story would have soothed
with regret i cannot tell
Published 22nd Nov 2017
| Edited 23rd Nov 2017
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23rd Nov 2017 12:47pm
23rd Nov 2017 1:16pm
good catch mr A . missed your keen eyes but then again i havent been here so much
