safety mark on your fingers,
torn off in shreds,
no longer protected,
yet you cared...
new terrain undiscovered,
with our own souls experienced,
a world hither-to,
police non-existent.

sheesh that's a whole load of crap. sounds kinda nice when it resonates though

22/8/2006
blow a lonesome wind,
sound a lonesome note.
from whom do souls fly to mock this cold?
not from you who reads this post,
man of feather, boy at heart
ah Chloe will keep me company
So we part soon, physically.

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