Welcome to the bowels of the brain. These poems are enriched with the poverty of emotion. They are clowns juggling teardrops; they are wounds waiting for a scab. No demulcent. Just dementia.
Welcome to the bowels of the brain. These poems are enriched with the poverty of emotion. They are clowns juggling teardrops; they are wounds waiting for a scab. No demulcent. Just dementia.