oh man.
it was a good one
burnt into a complete solid
smoke filled rooms
blame
couldn't you smell it
didn't you ever burn anything before
you don't know how tired I am
sorry.
burnt into a complete solid
smoke filled rooms
blame
couldn't you smell it
didn't you ever burn anything before
you don't know how tired I am
sorry.
4 comments:
I know those days....
Oh! I sympathise - I HATE burning things - and the smell of burned toast makes me want to emigrate.
poetry of daily life.
wishing rest to you.
these poems sort of remind me of scott cairns.
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