Jan 2015
In this sparkling world, fled up North I've
nothing to write, nothing to say, nothing to write, nothing to say
dread, like syrup
sickly sweet and viscous
dread
lukewarm and softly pricking me
nothing to write, nothing to say, nothing to write, nothing to say
dread, like syrup
sickly sweet and viscous
dread
lukewarm and softly pricking me
