Mrrf.

i hate when i try to speak and the words get caught in my throat.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Mister Porcupine,
she only ever cared for you,
but you filled her nose with quills.

Put away your f-words,
and your arguments,
sure nobody knows everything
but neither do you.
(And that's okay.)

Mister Porcupine, you chase them away,
but you're still not alright.
Posted by savanna at 8:56 PM
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