Saturday, June 02, 2007

join my

friendslist

thin, wafish, old, pale, blind dog.

lend me your forgotten notebooks and ill read them without judgement

(judgement that destroys us)

walk into doors, son, creak go the doors, son, creep round the back at midnight or four

soon ill wake and talk to you

gloom hangs heavy

round me saggy

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