[tabby title="Poem"] I hear what they're saying, they say I'm the plug, but I'm outchea denying them product,but how can you blame me I've seen them all hurting,they're frailing from all the dead butterflies in their empty stomachs,they're feeding their...

[tabby title="Poem"] Place the solid pieces where hands won't reach, Where memory is your only carrier, Where room dividers held pictures That carry more than moments in reflection. Place the solid pieces in chest drawers, The ones forgotten, Seen as...