Friday, July 3, 2009

This ivy

This ivy.
That thrives an itch.
That's make me wine like a bitch.
All I can do is sit.
And make fits.
This fist.
I make cause im pissed.
Want to scratch.
But all I can is watch.
As they hatch and spread.
Leading itch all around.
Throwing myself to the ground.
You have won this round.

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