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Forced entry to the back door, requesting keyholder:I overstep my boundaries once again
Empty morning snowdrift city streets,
always cold and hollow driving to work.
how you hugged me goodbye too long;
crashing as a thousand dead dropped bricks.
i embraced in warm reply,
clasping at what never would be.
always cold and hollow driving to work.
how you hugged me goodbye too long;
crashing as a thousand dead dropped bricks.
i embraced in warm reply,
clasping at what never would be.
Published 12th Jan 2019
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12th Jan 2019 10:25pm
While my father always said knowing was half the battle - he also said it can be very painful quite often.
Well conveyed, Samael.
Well conveyed, Samael.
