a chapped abyss of innocent words
Monday, June 29, 2009
ang'r
EMPTY WORDS
LIKE EMPTY BUCKETS
YOU KEEP TRYING TO POUR
ON ME
BUT NOTHING
COMES
OUT.
you hollowed me out
and he filled me up.
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