it goes on

it goes on

A Poem by Wraith.

Rows and rows of flat windows
as long as anally induced orgasms
tell me how there is more to the day
than the acid sun coming down over and over again

Knives and forks should never be scraped
leave it on the hill

© 2016 Wraith.


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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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