We can colour our memories (conscience?) clean/ In shades of dihydrocodeine
IT RHYMES.
By the by, here endeth depressing posts for a while. I'm getting a little sick of cataloging various hues of self hatred. There are better things to do.
Showing posts with label Bad Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bad Poetry. Show all posts
Monday, 15 June 2009
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