Hate is,
fear
the same ache
of the heart like
the world end
stood-up
dogged by alcool
Your heart-beat, out of time,
from any other
you a sore friend
stopped
you drink until it
goes away
Until,
you stagger freely,
the world's end.
May 10, 2010
May 10, 2010 at 5:22 PM UTC
Hate is,
fear
the same ache
of the heart like
the world end
stood-up
dogged by alcool
Your heart-beat, out of time,
from any other
you a sore friend
stopped
you drink until it
goes away
Until,
you stagger freely,
the world's end.
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© Roxanne Pepin 2010
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