pouring, pouring, days are boring
creeping and sneaking past
every night
say something once but I can’t get it right
struggle in silence with no end in sight!
Tag: creep
poem: tingling creep
tingling creep
that’s one word for you
take whichever icks you out more
hang onto software
with unpaid subscriptions
hoping we’ll get one last jolly wet day
Logan Bright — Works 