Sharp images Of unwanted Dogs Howling past me, Bleeding souls and fastened eyes On what is Neverneverland. The flowing mane Of the unknown, Unspoken thoughts; Mind ruled by freaks Falling from the skies With naked hearts, Showing torn pictures Of things I’ve never had or seen, Not even In my worst nightmares…
Sunday, 6 February 2000
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