Hatred.A Poem by Wraith.
My mind is running laps
Leaking and trickling Making my nerves fritter Chugging thoughts so broken one leading to another there is a delay tracks obstructed captain beefheart and smokey rooms vomit and unclean spoons
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Added on November 17, 2014 Last Updated on November 17, 2014 AuthorWraith.warwickshire, United KingdomAbout“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been.. more..Writing
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