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Saturday, 17 January 2009

Confusion

What was that?
I hear you say
As you open the door
And walk away

Who was that?
I hear me think
Drops of water
Make me sink

Why was that?
I hear them enquire
Whilst all you say
is
Liar
Liar
Liar

What is this
Why is this

Can we not remain,
Can we not refrain,
From bloodshed,
From pain?

The nightingale kills herself for love.
And you do the same.

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