like snow on a
warm winter day
I didn't know
what to do,
so I went to
a whorehouse
A young woman
led me to her room
She removed her
clothes & I started
crying, she took a
knife & cut off my ear
I felt a sudden urge
to paint sunflowers.
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2 comments:
fuckin' rad...
...and I sit here in a dark room thinking of stars. I loved this.
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