The fridge spoke to me and he said
'never take problems with you to bed
Have a glass of milk from here in my breast'
And I did, and it burned and tasted of lead
The fridge was a liar, I'm lactose intolerant.
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Poems of my Mind
PoetryThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
