Pink Shrapnel
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Hopeless attempts, Wild thoughts condemned. String me, seek me, sing me sweetly.
Oh, your mind relasped
A little pressure, your temple collapsed
In the heat, those months elapse
Overtired, and I’m asleep last
Mindless assistance, sober ears listen. Hand me, hunt me, heal me sweetly.
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