I Burn Time
like tires at a checkpoint,alone I choke,alone I pollute the air. Nightmares are still budding,caught in nets,and I can’t stop my urgeto empty my bladder. Annually...
like tires at a checkpoint,alone I choke,alone I pollute the air. Nightmares are still budding,caught in nets,and I can’t stop my urgeto empty my bladder. Annually...
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