all that matters is the disaster right?
why didn't the storm go past us?
i think the remains of us was buried in the dust and plaster?
are we the weather anchors of our forecasters.
//e.b.
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DIRTY LAUNDRY
Poetryjust another underrated poetry book, a poetic photograph of the saddest months of my life from Jan 2016- May 2016 ***BEWARE PROFANITY***
forecaster
all that matters is the disaster right?
why didn't the storm go past us?
i think the remains of us was buried in the dust and plaster?
are we the weather anchors of our forecasters.
//e.b.
