Nibble the bars
The sharp taste of iron
Reminiscent of blod
From a lip dry and split
The bars stay the same
And your teeth have been dulled
It’s never as obvious
As it seems like it should
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
Nibble the bars
The sharp taste of iron
Reminiscent of blod
From a lip dry and split
The bars stay the same
And your teeth have been dulled
It’s never as obvious
As it seems like it should