Emotional State
Imagine stretching out on your bed,
Full height, arms and legs splayed,
Somehow KNOWING
Someone’s going to drop an anvil
On your stomach.
This is my current emotional stateEmotional State
Imagine stretching out on your bed,
Full height, arms and legs splayed,
Somehow KNOWING
Someone’s going to drop an anvil
On your stomach.
This is my current emotional stateinfiniti commented on Emotional State
10-19-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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