A honey month turned sour
Maggots in your morning shower
Bad news in a lonely hour
Violent hands to make you cower
Lined up sparrows, dead
Girls in short skirts, overfed
Unloved man sharing your bed
A tormentors delight, you said
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love the photo. and your words fit perfectly. you do melancholy very well.
haha, thank you liam, yes we tend to hang out a bit, melancholy and me...
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