Vacant pill bottles - stalk me from across a littered desert and a tall drink of bitter poison lays aside wrapped in my very own sin. all my thoughts betray my actions; waging a cold civil war fueled by society and social anxiety I cant swallow these grins. while I ruminate on conversations I havent had with you yet stalking rumored banter down every sidewalk that eventually ends but what really matters is the obvious matter of the life of my fathers father and the unstable home of his great grandchildren
Posted on: Mon, 03 Mar 2014 23:56:45 +0000
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