Sooth say
A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond. The sound of half a duck quacking.
Sunday, April 03, 2005
(im not sure if ive published this afore)
Abortion?
I would cry out
But I haven't a voice
I would choose
But I haven't a choice
I would live
But I'm destined to die
Before my time has come
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