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How my head feels (Free verse) by Adriaan

someone is making a cast of my brain. I can feel them pour the plaster in my thinking slows as my head is weighed down and then it stops while I sleep they take the cast away and pack it in a dusty hall with all the other casts they've made one for every overlong day

horus8 28-Aug-02/11:41 PM
you suck. sorry. my femur's bigger than yours, and my plaster of paris is from paris. nah....(tongue out lol!) vibrate.dagger.iree.hemp. 4




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