"A temporary flavor with a price cut.
(In my head, I'm worth nothing but
a cracked open amulet full of filth.)")
(In my head, I'm worth nothing but
a cracked open amulet full of filth.)")
three lines from Juliet Cook's poem "What do you think you deserve?"
Three of her Poems are up at DRUNK IN A MIDNIGHT CHOIR.
read more by clicking here and happy last day of June - http://drunkinamidnightchoir.com/2015/06/30/4860/
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