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ZTK Space

Updated: Thu, 21 May 2020 07:48 am

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I am so broken. broken.


Tin City. Ragged plastic bags of men, Corrugated Steel in makeshift den, Bellies begging bring me meat to chew, For I haven't eaten for a week or two. 'We' are eating Sunday Lunch, Already bursting from a blow up brunch, No time to let, and digest mass, While their skinny selves have had no fecal pass, WHY IS IT, WHY INDEED, DO WE SWEAT SO MUCH, WHILE THEIR STOMACHS BLEED? Michael J Waite.

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Audio entries by ZTK Space

Amboselli (revised edit) (14/02/2024)

Be Gone Thine Crystalline Indoctrination (27/10/2023)

Deeper (11/10/2023)

In Rothiemay 'They' Still Children (22/09/2023)

A Sapphire Song (23/08/2023)

Amazing (29/04/2023)

Comme C'est Avec Toi, C'est Avec Moi............. (re-issue (as promised)). (05/04/2023)

No Symphony is as Truly Embittered, as Those Whom Have Tried (all life). (07/02/2023)

where did 'You' go? (13/01/2023)

Never Say It's.......... (26/12/2022)

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