Treasure Island

celine charcoal

(istanbul)

mental health


scare out the weakest link
Holding hands still, while there a thousands of shrinks to offer a chair.
In the angst of dropping cashes just behind the counter you’re going to receive electroshock.
She saves you from those white clouded scissors.
They have cheated on falling far aback from
The middle ages extinctions of which
She promised
A bloodfree vessel
Proudly as his in
Anquish.

Submitted: Saturday, June 18, 2005
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