sp (a) ce

so i guess this is a place to put thoughts, work and expression in all forms.

27.2.06

while you were wishing i was dead

I ran at tattered wall(s)
pray(ing) I could move (world)
but (i) didn’t
I fell inside ( )
and my fairy godmother
basted then roasted me alive

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