Do NOT read

This loathsome work of fiction is a dream of sorts...

Friday, 6 November 2020

All night long

Force myself to write
Like opening a door
To love, to fk, to fight,
Like there's things
That we live for.
When the silence
Then descends
We remember
All our friends
And we write,
And sing, and fight,
And we fk throughout
The night.

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