Capital q Poetry
Poetry from the fellow Trent Bellwood
9/4/13
Isn't it
If'n the radio chides you
On repeat
Don't reap it
If'n the light behind you
Burns wheezing
Just breathe it
If'n the chords alloy aligned
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