I had been a peaceful man, but now I was caught in agitation. I accidentally hurt myself with my own body, as if I were two clumsy people fighting. I held on to some things to tightly, ripping pages as i turned them, and let go of other things too suddenly, plates, breaking them.
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The dehydrated working class poet. Not afraid to admit I'm wrong. Just hard being wrong for so long.
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- Crappo the Clown
- East Belfast, United Kingdom
- I like dancein on tables and gettin drunk, drunk enought to fall and stumble, to know im lost and feel its ok to mumble. time takes to long so im tryin to express how i feel. but the question is always there is any of this real?
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