All of these Knickknacks Were Glistening in the Gutter by the School Bus
Throw stained socks,
empty the tank, lec-
ture light souls,
banking on, grasping on, tear-
ing us to pieces.
Depression, Fear, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Shadorma, Take Me To The Hospital
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