a rhyme. a verse. a thought. a phrase. unplugged.
24th Feb '09
Bitter taste gripping your tongue
A gruesome tale spins
Shivering fingers stuck in holes
A scarlet river flows
Heating cold lashing at your eye
A sight become a blurry
Take me home
are you unwell?
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are you unwell?
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