UntitledA Poem by HorrorOfOurLovevery first draft. not finished.
Previous Version This is a previous version of Untitled. the anchor could never kick and scream its way to the surface, even if it tried. and someone has to light the bridges on fire, they dont light themselves. go ahead shove those words down my throat, words that sharp dont go down so easy. © 2009 HorrorOfOurLove
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