Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Saturday, 27 November 2010

4. Repetition

Let me sleep, and eat, and work
As I said before –
This possession is making my head hurt

So leave me be! Let me dream!

I can’t stand this inferiority
You have brought out the best
And the very worst of me
This is a life where
Nothing I say is as it seems

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