NO MORE POETRY
More spaceNo more poetry
Flowing out of my balloon
No more theories on human relations
No more insights on muddled minds
No more sloping letters on shopping
Or rejection
Or hatred
Or heartbreak
No more screaming
Cos the slate is unwritten
Natalie's asleep
Dark dreaming
Naked friend, killing passions
Leaving you to unjungle the mess.
Poetry by Puddled
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Written on 2008-02-21 at 10:50
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