Just a few less dreams
Just a few less dreams
01/22/2014. SA
All night they were spitting at tame,
Mashed their toes with rubber hammers.
To think they are happier than you,
Maybe smarter,
Not afraid,
Don’t.
Then they woke them up with cold water,
In the dank basement, chained.
To think that they are not alone,
That there’s no pain on their faces,
That they...
Wednesday 5th November 2014 11:29 am
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