Friday, 9 April 2010

o gawd

o gawd the very night i swore to either do silent place or go to bed early yes! i feel love for entire population of damn great knuckle dragging yobs; which means a poem is being born into brain...

really you should be grateful. but you're too primitive to know that; never mind feel it. but one day you will wish you could say it to me. but never will...

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