A poem for my generation on their propped-up prosaic dreams
Exit Wounds
You hit me twice
//once on the way in
once on the way out\\
it was not extraordinary,
the pain…
but I was grateful to have been awake
–ECW
A poem for my generation on their propped-up prosaic dreams
Exit Wounds
You hit me twice
//once on the way in
once on the way out\\
it was not extraordinary,
the pain…
but I was grateful to have been awake
–ECW
