By lost child
i exhale one hollow identity and scatter naked obscurity as a hundred weeds tho time-scarred flowers woven of face-painted wandering inseminate my emptied lungi have burrs in my socks and my swanky new pleather trenchcoat smells of damp soil. what's a girl to do? Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 02:50 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"i exhale one hollow identity..."
Author:lost child
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"i exhale one hollow identity..." by lost child
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