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Tuesday, 8 June 2010
One Hundred and Twenty Eight.
The dark of space holds stars of light,
Like animal eyes bright with fright.
When I look in to the black,
I want to take the bad things back!
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Just Speaking
8 June 2010 at 13:29
lovely depth...are you talking about regret?
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Poet
9 June 2010 at 09:51
Regret or guilt, or whatever you want it to be about!
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lovely depth...are you talking about regret?
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