I Knew What Time It Was
Weed smoke, punk tapes, and the moment Public Enemy gave my rage a name.
Let’s call this a stretch between stanzas. It showed up somewhere between sonnet 11 and sonnet 14 of the heroic crown I grinded on for nearly two months, the sonnet crown that nearly broke my head op…
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