MY WORDS SPILL ONTO A PAGE LIKE VOMIT ONTO A BATHROOM FLOOR AFTER YOU'VE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK
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Garden of Thoughts
PoetryThe thoughts that grow and twist themselves through my brain.
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MY WORDS SPILL ONTO A PAGE LIKE VOMIT ONTO A BATHROOM FLOOR AFTER YOU'VE HAD TOO MUCH TO DRINK
