The Rumors Of My Small Death Have Been Greatly Exaggerated.

It’s a strange thing, to invite you in,To ask you to stay.To let you hear me snore- To let my breath escape. You know you yell in your sleep? A sort of half-scream. It's scary. I keep telling you to relax.I'm a hypocrite on multiple counts,A mugshot of smeared lipstick and a half-finished glass.I'm not... Continue Reading →

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