Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







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Sunday, 17 October 2010

6. Treetops

And if you see me in the trees,
Remember I’m alone
You might climb up and join me
But there’s a lesson to be learnt
Because the heart’s divided piece by piece
Until one heart’s at home
Look forward ‘til the day you’re back
The soul's but half its own

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