Enough chattering violets enough sweet trash I won`t hear anything know anything Enough enough of all I`ll say the last enough Fill my mouth with earth Grit my teeth To break off you skull guzzler To break off once for all I`ll just be what I am Without root without branch without crown I`ll lean on myself On my own bumps and bruises I`ll be the hawthorn stake through you That`s all I can be in you In you spoilsport in you muddlehead Get lost Trans. by Anne Pennington Anonymous submission.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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