EmptyA Poem by Lamenting Illinguist Sometimes when I wake up
Sick
So Sick Folding insides come out No hunger bile and acid pain becoming heave heave heave empty © 2011 Lamenting Illinguist |
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Added on August 10, 2011 Last Updated on August 10, 2011 Author
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