Red ragged splinters
                                  in my hand.
Sunday, 16 June 2013
Wednesday, 14 November 2012
Sunday, 1 April 2012
Through the trees there is a clearing
And in the clearing there is a girl
She is crying
She is wondering what happened to her
And what she will do next
She loved him
But he changed that
And they hadn't waited
They hadn't been desperate
They had been natural up to then
There is something about man
Isn't there
Something about man
And in the clearing there is a girl
She is crying
She is wondering what happened to her
And what she will do next
She loved him
But he changed that
And they hadn't waited
They hadn't been desperate
They had been natural up to then
There is something about man
Isn't there
Something about man
Thursday, 22 March 2012
Wednesday, 21 December 2011
Friday, 2 December 2011
Thursday, 1 December 2011
Friday, 28 October 2011
Friday, 21 October 2011
Thursday, 22 September 2011
Friday, 16 September 2011
Saturday, 13 August 2011
Monday, 8 August 2011
Monday, 1 August 2011
Saturday, 30 July 2011
Sunday, 10 July 2011
Friday, 1 July 2011
Wednesday, 29 June 2011
Thursday, 23 June 2011
Monday, 6 June 2011
The man who spills
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