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20 October 2010

You bastard

I want to make this clear:

Happiness writes white, or

Happiness don't write for shit

Are both nothing close to

Why you block my drains

And break my lock

And leave me siccid,

Pawing at the stars.

For you, you make me happy

And there are no words to do.

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looby

"Siccid" - the only reference for that I can find is in the Musical Times in 1931. What does it mean? [I'm not in my house so haven't got my dictionaries to hand].

Posted by: looby | 23 October 2010 at 00:42

Octavia

Apologia:

I am sorry for being a
Bad Blogger:
Not comment responding, as if
I don't give a damn
('cos I do).

I started this because
I was chewing anger
Like a toffee.
Now it is just a slither
On my tongue.

And yet, I will be back.
Just not yet.
Not here.


(PS: Looby - siccid, from the Latin siccidus, or dry. It sounds throat sandpapery, don't you think? x)

Posted by: Octavia | 21 December 2010 at 00:03

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