Mate Tin
Shooting out the bucket on a mirror of clouds
all i asked you was
how you are
now im sinking deep into a sift of the floor
here am i got a million doubts
never took the time to even work them out
just kept slipping till
i finally died
left left left left left the light
Monday, 2 January 2012
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