Oops! I missed some days, oh well:
I Saw Her Crying in Tom Planter’s Field
I saw her crying in Tom Planter’s field,
The blonde-haired girl in black nobody knows,
Her eyes were hollowed out, her raw lips peeled,
She wore a silver bullring through her nose.
She bore the scars of herbicidal birth,
The effluent she drank from river sew…Read More