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Warmth
I have a sore on my toe
That I press on the wall sometimes.
Having it scream, And throb
to beats fast and slow
Is a certainty beyond the lies of wine,
A certainty that warms my bloodstream.
That I press on the wall sometimes.
Having it scream, And throb
to beats fast and slow
Is a certainty beyond the lies of wine,
A certainty that warms my bloodstream.
Published 2nd Dec 2011
| Edited 3rd Dec 2011
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3rd Dec 2011 5:04pm
My toe looks like a blow pop lol.. Very challenging to understand.. Nice and complex..
25th Dec 2011 11:33am
2nd Jan 2012 1:25pm
