Mind's Eye
A collection of short prose and poetry written to capture a rough snapshot of genuine thoughtscape.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
The Fuck do I do Now
So, I spent last night thinking of you,
Whoever the fuck you are,
I'm surely less sure of that answer than you are.
And Whoever the bloody fuck you are,
Who the bleeding fuck am I?
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