Dec 2013
A million times
I’ve tried to make it right,
to silence the screaming
of the lambs.
Yet living in a dream,
and with each stroke
I lose a bit more of me,
soothing a fix,
I cannot stop.
I’ve tried to make it right,
to silence the screaming
of the lambs.
Yet living in a dream,
and with each stroke
I lose a bit more of me,
soothing a fix,
I cannot stop.
(GRB090423)
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