Thursday, January 27, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
this is gross
the season is apparent my face
with wind whipped cheeks i exhale
vapor flowing from my chapped lips
an idle jaw obsessed with gnawing
and ripping at dead skin and now
the taste of blood stains my mouth
so i dont need lipstick.
with wind whipped cheeks i exhale
vapor flowing from my chapped lips
an idle jaw obsessed with gnawing
and ripping at dead skin and now
the taste of blood stains my mouth
so i dont need lipstick.
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