Monday, September 14, 2009

Creation amongst carnage...

Angry tongue heaps,
epitomise the carnage of mines,
word flows freely,
like a gutter,
dalmations litter my dirty dream,
“your” stop passes me by, no more stab?
I’m cured.
I’m cured...
I’m cured?
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