In the diary

Innocence is like the sun going down not knowing the night is dangerous, people like us are the innocents the put upon the shut down the trampled on, tomorrow we should move on the capital lose our innocence fight intolerance shame ignorance and light the way…

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Colouring the evening

We want to let a little light in to a night in when we’re out in the dark, but don’t we love a bit of danger? a beautiful woman a handsome stranger a creaking stair and that awful wondering who is there? and who is there to share the burden of the heavy heart?…

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