VulgarA Poem by Archipelagothe title says it all...but c'mon, everybody feels this way about someone at some point. well, let me know
Uncomfortable sitting, I ask for the pass I enter the cold room and turn on the light The vulgar writing on the stall door Reminds me of your name and what we were Spin the roll and bundle the paper And scribble on the wall “He loved her But she made sure he doesn’t anymore” But now no matter how much I wipe You’re still up my a*s © 2009 Archipelago |
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2 Reviews Added on January 15, 2009 Last Updated on February 16, 2009 AuthorArchipelagoNJAboutI like writing. It relieves stress. I'm in college. - - - - - "When you saw, far off, the heavy fate approaching, did you not say to the mountains, “hide me”, to the hills, “fall.. more..Writing
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