Remembered
Sometimes I imagine
That when you have died
Words dribble from your lips like vomit
Wade through falling time
Crawl stickily into the ears of children
and choke you back to life
Poetry Slam:
Sometimes I imagine
That when you have died
Words dribble from your lips like vomit
Wade through falling time
Crawl stickily into the ears of children
and choke you back to life
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