He vomits behind the police station,
ribs aching, body heaving
Tirelessly,
trying to cough out all that sick.
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🍰April 2018🍰
PoetryAn illustrated book of poems every month in 2018! Here's everything from April!
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He vomits behind the police station,
ribs aching, body heaving
Tirelessly,
trying to cough out all that sick.
