Painkillers and Poets by Derek Richards
painkillers and poets disillusioned, empty, completed, what are these words doin’ here, man, what do they want? i got back pain, eyes hurt, ears infected with conversations i am too brilliant to ignore, you know? how about a football game and some brain silence? how about crispy spaghetti and no one writes about colors or […]
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