Poetry
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Resurrection
Heaven was yesterday
just once will never work
my stars killed the prey
ok I will do the pork.
Now I am tired it cray I know
Maybe old but I am so
we met in the skies
you touched my hair
and it felt like hell.
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