Monday, March 12, 2012

Regret by Abigail George


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When does childhood come to an end
And madness too
A madness that feels
Like a cactus in the sun
The black sheep in the family
The being of madness found
In the exploration
Of the female voice
And the wailing
That can be found there too
Taught me that everything turns to dust

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