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Comes and Goes a Day
Comes and Goes a Day
The rim of a hat tilts silently towards me
While a kai-bosh batters my thoughts,
And my head banging wall is dented so violently
And tickles of torture trickle streams of blood;
Fatigue holding tight like a noose from
A snakes ardent enquiry,
And ther...
Thursday 25th November 2010 2:33 am
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