Maybe I'll Be a Zeppelin
Maybe I'll be a zeppelin
the Hindenburg 15
I'll fill myself with hydrogen
and erupt into flames
and crash and burn and die
a thousand million times
and when I wake I'll still be stuck
with my meager life
stupid worthless busy work
and a mouth that's always dry...
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NirvanaQueen1991
I am a poet, musician, and strong proponent of LGBTQ rights, gender equality, and being your true self no matter what ANYONE says. Do what you please, comment anything that comes to your mind, make you happy first. Then your dog/cat. That's pretty much it. Hail Santa. THE END.
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