Trite Lines and Tripe of the Disillusioned Snide
A litany of worries, snarks and complaints
That thing in my eye,
that thing in my teeth,
that thing in my stomach,
that thing in my skin.
It’s gone now.
That thing in my eye,
that thing in my teeth,
that thing in my stomach,
that thing in my skin.
It’s gone now.
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Storyteller sorting out the deeply ingrained neurosis of a topsy-turvy upbringing in Colombia.|| garbiras.me || Unequivocally Ambiguous Cultural Critiques