Sunday, 24 August 2008

  • How frail,

    How delicate.
    I'm glad I've never believed.
    Never trusted.
    Never will.

    The ignorant speak of it like lunch and dinner.
    And the word is strewn around like exhaustion and hunger.
    All meaning is lost.
    Except that of disgust.

    It is a silent killer.

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