Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







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Sunday, 21 November 2010

7. Two

Normality – disturbed
Spending too long chasing stars
And doubting the mindscape

Shooting this midnight darkness
A whispered breath, a stifled moan

One night for comfort, and regret

Dispelled by morning light
Pale, slender, beautiful

Impersonal passion

Not one, but two
Fragility envelops us
This is how it falls apart

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