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Cactus Killer I have been gutted like a served up fish Feasting on the world would still leave me empty Besides, I would choke if I tri..

Oh we kissed and fucked, But from that we plucked? Was there anything to say? Except good-bye and good day. It was heartless, it was m..

So deep is her touch, The lady of my soul.

I hope it doesn't make you want to run a mile, To learn just how very much you make me smile, I just can't get you out of my thoughts. Yo..

There is a painful sickness in our souls, They seem riddled with gaping holes, Where is the blood? Where is the life? The terrific sor..

Love is all, Man is the fool.

Oh the sorrow of the one who weeps, There is no ‘morrow if heleaps

My heart is bleeding, My soul needs weeding, Cast out by everyone My life tastes like sand, Have I failed my hand? Reshuffle the ca..

A hug so tight It leaves me in no doubt This is more than right A smile so wide It leaves me in no doubt We were meant to coincide A l..

A poem about drug addiction