20081201

above the lake the old man sat
of future memories he thought
he recalled his next week's sorrow
another life he'll have to borrow
stretched by rita sordida at 16:35

1 comment:

  1. EgoHead03:15

    "What futile use of time and vision..."
    Sighed Phoebus gliding by
    "Why not just climb above as I do
    and let your past words die?"

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