Pete Dougherty reads to Kate Moss from The Book of the Dead

A Poem by Anon ymous

There is a dead bee on the sill. I want to believe it died
of old age. Want to believe a breeze will blow in the room
that will have power to heal my wounds. I am your sculpture
with chipped mouth, glazed eyes, ready to listen, ready
to have the bits of my life swept under your bare feet.

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