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Third Of March Two Thousand And Seven
DS (29 june 1965 / newcastle under lyme)

Third Of March Two Thousand And Seven

Poem By dave sherratt

For myself, For my loneliness
For being afraid, for being anxious
For my loneliness bringing tears
For my nightmares injecting fears
For my shame, for my being
For my guilty Dave, for meaningless me
For huffing depression, for mental pain
For my ineptness, for evolution
For procreation, and mis matched fusion
For my anger, for this war
For my darkside, that I abhor
Partner where are you? I need to be held
Here, right now, before I melt
' I push my fingers into my eyes
Its the only thing that stops the pain
That is made of all the things I had to take
Jesus, it never ends, it works its way inside
And if the pain go's on.........

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