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The feeling only comes when the dawn sets in
Nightmares in the daytime, they feel all wild
Close your eyes and relax
You might be here awhile.
Now that those blood stains have been bleached long ago
And you think you see them again in the clothes you thought you owned
Do you remember them well?
Set on fire and washed cold
And how did they do it? Are you still afra...
Thursday 21st April 2022 2:43 am
QueenZ thriving DrivE
Zac’s Soul sat nav
divined a course designed to force
his mind divorced tortured torso
To walk haunched yet safely
Toward the relative safety Of his abode
his dna post code
his familial throne
That cushioned the tirades of typhoon Tyson blows
Inccessantly thrown by the unknown.
This somnambulist mode emboldened
the focus of his thoughts
...
Wednesday 31st March 2010 3:38 am
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