INDIGO BLUES
Looking for the light
Apr 26, 2005
Unabridged
Ever feel like you're somone's scratching post? A swirling q-tip in their ear? Used as an appendage without having agreed to attach? The repetitive torrent of verbal vomit steamrolls over me. It compacts me into clausterphobic bits.
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