Wasted
Thursday, 11 December 2008 at 22:58
The moments in time
You squander are mine
You think it’s divine
To make limericks of rhyme
The day draws to a close
And everyone knows
We’ll never be close
Cold as comatose
14 Nov 2009 13:34
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