upstate with charlie
kissin' broads and takin' names
plastered as kansas
square as a fuckin' circle
we bark our howls
at the cheese-crusted moon
and fall backwards into the perfume
of a thousand bloody patagonias
mama said we wouldn't amount to much
but we amount to all of it, yeah?
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little blue flowers
PoetryA collection of original poetry by Ella Petrichor. Highest Rank: #152 in Poetry (6/14/18) **COMPLETED** ::Excerpt:: "betrayal along the seams" A melancholic pallor lining her face She stood in the doorway Beating the shit out of that old rug As thou...
