Saturday, March 23, 2013

[Poem] So, finally the music called for a foul smell.

De-mystifying the cloudy net of despair,
I choked on my vomit twice,
It helped, the music helped
But it smells--smells really smelly
If you want to know.

Washed it with dry clothes.
And this ended. The smell
And the choke.

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