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Close calls and near misses
Close calls and near misses,
Is it really worth it for drunken kisses?
No, that’s just letting off steam, like when a kettle hisses,
It’s the soul kisses that leave your brain in eclipses.
Remaniises, of what was once tender,
Maybe it’s better to be drunk, so your mind doesn’t render
This kiss important, gets scrambled in the mental blender
So you can lie abo...
Wednesday 6th February 2013 7:56 pm
This is the start
This is the start,
Though it feels like the end.
Alone,
Moved away from falls from graces and friends.
A mixture,
Of social and sexual depravity,
Driving Me.
I need to find a way to overcome a force 5 times gravity.
In this state,
It's easy to fall into past mistakes.
Like Peruvian towns,
Rebuilt on the sites of earthquakes.
Got ...
Saturday 10th November 2012 9:08 pm
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