Sad Labels:
verse
Calling my skeletons collect.
Standard ache.
Polished heart.
Smooth and opaque.
Antidotes made from
the disease.
Calling my skeletons collect.
Standard ache.
Polished heart.
Smooth and opaque.
Antidotes made from
the disease.
Posted by alcoholic poet
at
6/25/2006 11:01:00 PM