Discombobulated's Poetry: The Forbiddens

Thursday, January 17, 2008

The Forbiddens

The Forbiddens 18/1/08 A pick axe a shovel a machete I cut down the forbidden fruit You no longer exist It falls to my feet Dead as a moa smudged and broken no more appeal it is sullied lashed with dirt My life is so much cleaner (in the simple, not the moral, sense) now that you Forbiddens are no... Sign in to see full entry.

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