one of my quick cell phone entries...sometimes i think in fragmented poems
how so
do you sit in silence
and fester
deface your soul
and visit hell
do i violate your haven with my luster?
my intentions were good
oh ye of little gaiety
you are the shame resting in the marrows of my bones
the tragic unfullfillment i have to swallow
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i was hoping you would post this!!!!
I always want to be on some christ universal temple johnnie coleman shit and say "and so it is" at the end of that poem... I love this.. its like one of my cortniJ favorites
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