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The Late Liam Elliott

13.5.07

Morning

Morning.

Empty bottles
Burnt cigarettes
Bile like regret
Stained carpet
So please, don’t forget
Where you stand now
Waist deep in your own
Ejaculation.
Posted by Liam Elliott at 12:07 PM
Labels: Liam Elliott Poetry Morning

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