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Tuesday, 30 October 2012



Friday, 26 October 2012

Hates white noise but likes the white lines makes her feel good and makes her sharp, owes a lot borrowed from loan sharks pays her debts in the dark

There's traces on her nose, dirt on her clothes everybody knows she's let go, every knows where she goes at night on goes the red light

Can't sleep somethings wrong yet can't speak feels wrong feels weak, a rush and to the bathroom quick early morning and she's sick

Another day several men who pay the bump gets bigger getting in the way you can't have a child bringing up another stray, yet its too late to terminate

Thinking of sipping it up and drinking before the plunge into the water she knows she can't have this daughter, takes one step off into the sea vanished and never seen