Monday, 7 January 2013

tough curl up your lip,
 don't you know how to apologise?
you look absurd,
 like your soul's being extracted by syringe,
I hope there is something left to burn inside you. turn away,
because you don't know what to say,
I wish you'd cry,
I wish I thought you had it in you,
how I'd fall, like a planned demolition blasting grey.

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