Monday, 13 December 2010

13th December 2010

MIght be short tonight. I've just done a couple of thousand words on my novel.

Pain cripples me. I see the darkness approach. I am fallen by the roadside. Injured by the lights. Done, whispered away. A silent legacy gone past time and time again. Peoeple some times see me. Reminders of a lost life. Paper dry flowers soaked in the rain until they rot.

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