Array ( [sid] => 182715 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => how/'/s your crown [time] => 2016-03-03 17:41:36 [hometext] => Whenever I climb I am followed by a dog called /'/Ego./'/~Friedrich Nietzche [bodytext] => my head
waits
on every
page

I
can
not
imagine

let/'/s
touch
this
line

together
and back
away
fast

the thorns
the blood
the shatter
on the floor

the raw
language
makes
uncomfortable

the chair
the tilt
arranges
and I

leave
them
to
it.
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how's your crown
Date: Thursday, 3rd March 2016 @ 05:41:36 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: ming
my head
waits
on every
page

I
can
not
imagine

let/'/s
touch
this
line

together
and back
away
fast

the thorns
the blood
the shatter
on the floor

the raw
language
makes
uncomfortable

the chair
the tilt
arranges
and I

leave
them
to
it.


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