your mouth is a storm drain.
spewing bile
horrible words meant for
shady bars and bloodshot eyes.
Maybe we were lovers,
A long time ago.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
March 27th, 2009
Poem by Anonymous at 2:57 AM
Labels: life, photography, poem, realisations, relationships
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