Pig heart, pocket plague
party glamour, top end street
Wet eyes, city lights
(13th June 2013)
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Blue Moon
Poetry"Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes." - Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There (2012 - 2014)
41) She was Wounded
Pig heart, pocket plague
party glamour, top end street
Wet eyes, city lights
(13th June 2013)
