GreAt PoeTRy of 5 NaTIonS
Tuesday, April 19, 2016
8061. THE STARRY-EYED
THE STARRY-EYED
Dreaming again. My jacket turns to
blood, the covers disappear. I alone
am standing here. One more day 'til
something. One more day.
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