Untitled Graveyard Shift MusingA Poem by Aeneas Barton(no description)
Poor Sports
their c***s bleeding life eyes burning for that romantic coke All they needed was a hit just one hit Fire up her spoon and punch the needle in She knew they were fuckheads but hey she was always looking for a bumpy ride © 2013 Aeneas Barton |
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Want to advertise here? Get started for as little as $5 StatsAuthorAeneas BartonAboutI am who I am. You know the best way to go about meeting a stranger is through conversation. I get inspired to write by various different things. Sometimes it's music, other times, it's by listening t.. more..Writing
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