Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

42. Again

Speak to me - Reassure me - Tell me I’m not going mad – Again - Take my hand - And walk along cliffsides - To the lonely castle by the sea - I will meet you there – In a sudden plummet to my Fate - Follow my heartbeat - Lie on my chest - Watch me watch you as you dress - To hurry off in the morning - Never let me fall - And I will look after you - You fragile thing - Wrapped in tinfoils of paranoia - I will protect you - You will protect me - I will make you so, so happy

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