Wednesday, 10 November 2010

'Tis a pity she's a whoare verses a day in the death of Joe Egg

Vile creatures and incestuous monsters.
Blood stained, guilty hands.
Tragically stolen and ripped heart.
Mother’s desperation, father’s abandonment.
Dysfunctional body and a childhood lost.
Love sick fool with a poisoned mind.
Trauma swallows laughter.
The bitter sweet taste of life.
Harsh words and destructible emotions.
The final act, the curtain falls.

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