Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







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Thursday, 7 October 2010

5. Ghosts

We all have our ghosts
A multitude of voices that keep us awake
Neither happy, nor sad – it’s fate
That a silent few remain
A certain type of person, wondering
If, and how, and when
Could it ever have been changed?

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