
Le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle sur mon esprit gémissant...
- Charles Baudelaire
What's your blues, your anguish, your rage, your ennui,?
Express your anxieties by answering the following questions
and scribble your very own spleen poem on these walls
[ keep to the word count in brackets if you want to preserve the original poem's length -- feel free to disregard it]
[ Any filth will unfortunately have to be removed ]