GONE ANGELA Poem by KCthelastboyscoutCHRIS CORNELL 1964-2017
" Stuttering cold and damp. Steal the warm wind tired friend. Times are gone for honest men and sometimes far too long for snakes. In my shoes walking sleep in my youth I pray to keep. Heaven send hell away, no one sings like you anymore..." BLACK HOLE SUN. Unexpectedly gone too soon. Now your voice carries from this world throughout the universe into the sweet hereafter
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