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The night comes

A madman tucked up

sweet in a lullaby

A whore in the dark

 

These shadows cleanse

pulling everything

below the surface

 

Don’t you see

we’re made of tears?

 

I don’t know where

you are

which means

you’re gone once more

 

So I drink myself away

 

We are both lost

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Philipos

Sun 30th Jan 2011 22:32

Really liked some of the metaphors here - especially 'So I drink myself away' - nice poem

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melanie coady

Sun 30th Jan 2011 15:33

aw i really like that,i felt sad reading it lol

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