epiphanic (a poem about PTSD) I was feeling low and talking to my bro and I'm tellin' him about how when I first got here, I was combing the basement floor looking for dropped nugs amongst the cockroaches and mouse turds bug carcasses lead paint chips and as I sparked up my very sentimental bowl of some very sentimental resin I felt a...
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