Tuesday, 3 February 2015

incomplete

for those who woe the lonely
and weep for those who have lost
i feel your fears as clear as day
for today i admit, all ive done is gone

gone with the wind should i say?
or the dreams i dreamt of desire
riches, friends, families and whores
that would sate this thirst of fire

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