Sunday 3 October 2004

Cryptic Writings #6

The trash fire is warm

but nowhere safe from the storm

And i cant bear to see,

What ive let me be

So wicked and worn

 

So as I write to you

Whats done and to do

Maybe you'll understand

and wont cry for this man

Cos low man is due

 

PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!

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