my thoughts are as volatile as alcohol

A Poem by Bees

and so is my existence

the day I go under there wont even be

a ripple on the pond to remind you of me

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Added on April 3, 2015
Last Updated on February 28, 2020

I want to express myself... I want to be crude, and unsatisfied with who I am... I want to wait like the hunter, for the moment... more..

One day in a meadow

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