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Mar 2015
Don't let me swirl
Old thing, help
Me stay within
This tomb of myself

I'm falling away
Don't you know
Freely gliding with no wings
Down into something darker

I should shatter
Wouldn't you think
Like paintings might
Were they made with dagger eyes

A toast!
To falling ill
To being swallowed
To never seeing light again!

Cheers!
A joke for you. A depressed person, a poet and a ponce all sit down to dinner... I forget how it goes.
Sombro
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