A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Tuesday, 25 October 2016
27/09 Soon
Soon I see
That will be me
Crawling up the street
Made of faces
Soon I see
That will be I
Holding the arm
Of my sperm giver
Soon I see
That will be the self
Smiling fakely
Nodding to those As heart goes
I hate this
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