”for want of a better title…

Eight lines. Scratch out your name for me in a heart on the old oak tree. The forest was cut down to make way for the bypass bypassing the needs of the heart. I wanted a new start and got six lanes of traffic I wanted her name in my heart to remain and so…

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Wild mountain

There’s nothing sacred here no one to pray to and nothing to fear nothing sacred here. So we swam to the banks and thanked them for men being men then we killed them nothing to see here not one thing let be here nothing to fear nothing sacred at all. The church bells rung and…

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