BARBED WIRE MUSIC:
The glass was turned face down,
The radio was playing the wrong station,
There was too much space,
Not enough faces,
A new generation with an old momentum,
The thing I paid for came back wrong,
Slammed down on the table with a stud through the nose,
Spilt,
No milk,
The music was safe,
A small town,
Dreams of a city,
Desires to be on fire,
To a new groove
(K)
Karl Hyde 
This golden shine š®
š¶ that’s why i was so tired š sorry š ā¤
Hello dear, I went insane thinking you were writing just for me. Back from hospital now and left my delusions behind. I love what you write. Andy Shillito said he knows one of you but he wouldn’t say who. I’m Rowan.wendes@Google mail.com I thought I was going to marry you for a really long time, but it doesn’t matter. It would be nice if you saw some of my drawings online. Have a lovely day.
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