my life for apostrophe D (Remove filter)
jaimeson's rogues (bad: 08/20/2016)
check in, check out
day-to-day to bear much clout
this whiskey wagon won't let me out
shield-grown moss; deep rooted fever
cure-all cabins mulched far to near
pennliess from toe to head
burned out one soul per daily bread
I hope to buy myself home soon
sold seashell's worth sand on every dune
doomed beaches' surgeons' catacombs
slate-shim rattles into iron bones
still'd by wary st...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 3:30 am
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