Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Drain Pipes
Stale water
Swirling,
Beautifully
Down the drain,
Along with my
Fetid prayers and
Blackened hope.
5-12-11
Swirling,
Beautifully
Down the drain,
Along with my
Fetid prayers and
Blackened hope.
5-12-11
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Drain Pipes
Drain Pipes