WHITES poem can colour my blood metallic rainbow or go full fluorescent and as I am whole- blooded, Oh so good for everybody bleeding neagative about myself you can pull in screw off the cap fill your empty tank top yourself up wait for those bizarre alien poetry shades to get into the wash messing […]


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