
hellish wicked. like a soccer kick to the front teeth, you drive your words home. great to see this!
The Jers
----- Wot, no tea?
I'm standing in the corner of Winslow, Arizona, and whoops! I'm in the wrong song! -Tissi Germain
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More in Poems In The Basement 10. fall from graceyou called yourself a fallen angel at noon we pulled into the parking lot spitting on the ground you so we went in through the silent prayers you laughed lighting up a cigarette leaving God in the dust ![]() hellish wicked. like a soccer kick to the front teeth, you drive your words home. great to see this! The Jers ----- Wot, no tea? I'm standing in the corner of Winslow, Arizona, and whoops! I'm in the wrong song! -Tissi Germain |
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