Brick Through The Mirror
Sunday, July 21, 2013
07-20 Cocktail
I had.
one benadryl,
pot,
traffics of crashing cars,
in my head,
earthquaked cracks in my heart,
and all I could do is
stare at the knives,
and go,
really?
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