It is with less wonder that our pub scrawl is at risk of being held to an end by some bar in Lilongwe’s Devil Street. And indeed chances of being done so tighten as I finally and ...
I will never get hurt just to lose my heart
Nor drown in my tears just to fall down
For this nasty stress will eventually bless
This hate to hardly permit the fate
Be unkind ...
For so long you have been gone
Keeping me awake until dawn
Tightening my face with sorrow
Dispelling my better tomorrow
Increasing my wavering insanity
So far gone is the ...