Roughly as poetic as a bag of smashed arseholes.







Scribble back.


Wednesday, 24 November 2010

8. Take

You know nothing of what transpired
If I choose to keep her mine, you agree
This is no element of neutrality
There is only room for whispered scrawling
That may or may not be heard
By any relevant party
I chose this ambiguity
Take it back, take it back

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