111307 Work clock, slowmo, Almost moves backwards. Tap water, lukewarm, Tastes like metals. Lone smoke, ashes In empty stomach. Vacant me, blue hum, Try to forget this life.
I have a book out. Ask and you shall receive. Email me
About this Blog
This blog is for my writing so that others can see what I am about.
All works here are copyrighted to me; Liam Elliott, the creator (intellectual property). Plus, plagarism is lame.
Be at peace.
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