(04 06 1987 / Bath UK)

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Kettle boils like my anger

As the kettle boils.
So does my anger.
My anger is reder than the heat.
Its not just the heat of the moment.

The kettle is getting hot.
My anger nor depression will cease.
Its like some kind of disease.

As the kettle boils I melt.
In the heat of the depression.
And the mist of the anger

Submitted: Thursday, December 28, 2006
Edited: Friday, December 17, 2010


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