coup d’éta
Storming toad, wandering the back alley’s of the fairview neighbourhood, looking for bottles an unwanted treasures, doesn’t feel a thing..
Written within my poetry, messages from beyond and in the untalked about paranormal.. A life of makebelief, fantasy, just downright drugs, fueled by my addiction..
Within which i will not quite!
So a toad, carries on within life that –
society allows?
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