A trip to hell I thought it was winter Is it warm Why am I bundled Like a grip in the sky Why is it daylight I thought it was cold The road, I see only leaves Is it the hell Excrement, left by a dog Wet and thick A beer cap With a lonelyContinue reading “Winter”
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Bed of Feathers 