Complex Disaster
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DetoxA Poem by Complex Disaster |
A day in the basementA Poem by Complex DisasterI used to get high in my friends grandmother's basement, is was haunted as hell down there. You find inspiration in strange places sometimes. |
fearA Poem by Complex Disaster |
Slow deathA Poem by Complex Disaster |
EverythingA Poem by Complex DisasterI used to play for a sick band called Wicked Jones Vicodin, I wrote this when we broke up |
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Middle of the weekA Poem by Complex Disaster |
Far beyond goneA Poem by Complex DisasterAn old song I wrote, haven't played it in years |
The energy of the lifelessA Poem by Complex Disaster |
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(none)A Poem by Complex Disaster |
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Passer-byA Poem by Complex Disaster |
