Wednesday, 26 March 2014

White Meat

Deep in the ocean, in the dark of night. There lies your fear. 
Dreams had in the dead  of night. And people disappear.
You know what you want. And yet, you are still here.
Even when I know that you know that I don't.
Damning as they are, you whisper the questions into my ear.








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