der explo
ded soun
ded like a gun
(shot) my heart's still beatin
rain started pourin
dishwasher turnin
and turnin
uncertain
which was which Light's on
now and i'm readin
bout typical bullshit
what's worse be
cause
now
i
be
writ
in
it
i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
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