You're words pollute me,
Spit sparks of fire,
Bottomless pit,
Where I sink, through quicksand and grit - the more I struggle, more you enclose,
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I got ya! A great little ditty on what it feels like to be mortally wounded Anita. Well done indeed. 10 from Tai, catcher of falling souls