Eggshell Minds
The Unconsciencely Conceived Conceivables Of A Grey Pulp In A Psychedelic Prison.
Monday, March 30, 2009
Complain
She covered me in her shades,
She drowned me in her eyes,
She set me free with her cries,
And she whispered her soft complain
With her soft sudden replies.
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