my knuckles are bruised
that's how i like them
fuck if they're untouched i'll punch
the walls
they oughta be purple
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The Log Cabin
PoetryOne wonders what goes on inside the walls of the log cabin down the street. alternate description: stupid poems i write. not a themed collection
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my knuckles are bruised
that's how i like them
fuck if they're untouched i'll punch
the walls
they oughta be purple
