then I am not so worried... work was Hell, cold and served as revenge.
As far as 126 ... cold for they were saving on electricity and heat ... bitter cold, but a place to hang my hat, rest, shiver. Sleep, so denied, a terminally ill friend, sleep. I eluded to so much more ...
seductive introduction
erotic lyrics
would-be evil
dark,
cold, cold, cold
comfort finally
sleep no, but rest
Gradually degenerating into ignorance and complacency.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
if going to hell ...
Posted by Marcus at 2:55 AM
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mmmHMM! Better get it out of your system, there's no poetry in hell.
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