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poem by Raychill Ellisonwonderland

Written on Dec 10, 2015 Sit there, backs turned, Eyes Wired Shut, disconnected from your gut. Bowels Moving to the Rhythm of your Heart Pumping. Mouth Open and Shut, Spilling Shit. Ears Closed to those Who Know. Head Throbbing ... Read more

poem by Raychill Ellisonwonderland

There's a woman in my lounge that I love deeply. In my lounge is a woman of my womb but she makes my world and she gave birth to me. In my world, There's a woman that lives and yearns for the rush of fresh crisp air when new pe... Read more