| "I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. That is, my feet are in it; the rest of me is on the draining board. I have found that sitting in a place where you have never sat before can be inspiring - I wrote my very best poem on top of the hen house." |
could it be possible?
Anguish
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` it doesn't even matter
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If I could, I would shrink myself
And sink through your skin to your blood cells
To remove whatever makes you hurt
But I am too weak to be your cure.
[love for chad goes here]
--
If I could, I would shrink myself
And sink through your skin to your blood cells
To remove whatever makes you hurt
But I am too weak to be your cure.
[love for chad goes here]
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