Going To Hell In a Wheelbarrow
I've built up such a thirst
keeping it on course
ripping words from ink stained pages
Wil doth shake
Charlie just a dick end
I wrote whit i want
Bleed your tortured visions
Blur your softest word
The Bring out your dead
cart is back
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2020
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