sligo

It is a black and white dream.
Everything is vague-not what it seems.
The salt has infected the wound-lips cracked and bleeding.

This is your life.

Did you ask for this?

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I am in the mood, writing my pain.
Red Stripe has done it again.
I did not need that edge, but it does push me in the direction.

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Anyone up listening to their thoughts?
The piano wire has loosened her wrists

I dont mean in death but in dream.


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This is me tonight, keep it medium.