Saturday, 8 August 2009


A leg trembling, these things
I recognise, pierce yourself
Suit yerself
The solitary girl is unusual, smokes
Too much, is unusual
They talk about Brady and
Passionately
They have crosses to bear
They kill me
They will kill any standards
Grave makers
It is only one day
Or six/seven...perhaps, so
If it makes you happy

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