Wednesday, 12 January 2011

It was a million miles away, away from fake smiles
From footsteps on concrete and nights on the tiles;
It was somewhere else alone and confused
Twisted, tainted, fraught and abused.
There was little else left than to invite you in
With your red mouth paint and your legs stick thin.
Together we destroyed the world in a day
And ended up a million miles away.
Sam Wheatley

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