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Documentaries make me think.
we sat and
watched
documentaries
as cars
passed the
road next to
my house and
i smoked
more weed
until my eyes
were slits like
the cuts
on my feet
and i vomited
for an hour
and wrote some
poetry
about a girl
who lived
in sydney
as you slept
in my bed
where she
used to sleep.
watched
documentaries
as cars
passed the
road next to
my house and
i smoked
more weed
until my eyes
were slits like
the cuts
on my feet
and i vomited
for an hour
and wrote some
poetry
about a girl
who lived
in sydney
as you slept
in my bed
where she
used to sleep.
Published 19th Jan 2013
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20th Jan 2013 5:00pm
Post modern. Brilliant. and with a sort of musicality in it.
Im finding my way home in your poetry. Welcome to our site!
Im finding my way home in your poetry. Welcome to our site!
