Sunday 5 October 2014

Another day - rain soaked.

Is there a place I cannot go without you..

Muted life..muted thots..
Muted knives..piercing thots..

As u r flushed out..
wat fills in ..
that despair...
.is a wailing wind..
cold and screaming..

everything that entangles the muddy mind..
was soiled in you..

Eyes brimmed, throat choked..

Another day - rain soaked.

Hdk


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