Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Wednesday, 24 November 2010

4. Randomly jumbled order

Sunshine on the platform at 3am
See the sea through my eyes
That castle, on the sand
Made by human hands
That castle, on the sand
Before the waves come,
Come to me, be mine


Are we alive, or dead?
Come to me, be mine
It will vanish in an hour or two
Come to me, be mine

The castle is swept away by time

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