Warning: This poem smells like Teen Spirit mixed with Lithium & who’s thinking about a girl. Meaning: Teens are insane bundles of hormones & confusions like buried Love expressed as Hate – all of these combine to make ghost smell swell so much you can taste the angst floating through the air. So this is … Continue reading 3/9/24 (2nd Attempt: [P|{F}]) / A Pearl Necklace