Revision ad-infinitum. Unfinished, unclean vomit-like.
Monday, 29 October 2012
Full pupils of strange soft flesh,
floods my mind to dislodge a back tooth.
Watching from my window purple neon puddles
pimple with rain. I tongue the
wound, a devil in me gloated at
18 years old.
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