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Noah drowned
The warm soothing feeling
Of whisky laden blood
A numb fuzzy sentiment
Who bothers about the flood?
He drowned, you know
It was his fate
No saviour around
No-one at his gate
Waiting to wave a friendly hello
No-one as his cornerstone
Just the taste of vomit from below.
The warm soothing feeling
Of a laden missil...
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 9:13 am
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