the truthA Poem by Ashley H
you are not seasonal
you are year round the fever stuck in my nostrils stuck in the grass the same shade as hostility and armed conflict dating back to before creed and conviction and using cats as tvs and radios feast your elbows on a sub terrain chalk full of lost socks and implied palm tickles we are inevitable to say the least hair grows back
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Added on March 24, 2011 Last Updated on March 28, 2011 Author
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