Sins of the past

by Keath   Jun 19, 2008

The fuel of the drain
Is scarcely lit with hay
Long timbers have been
Longley lit
Upon another one's day

A woman wove this castle
Out of a woolen bin
Her fingers frailly broken
Wrinkled hide
Covered up from within

A smile forsook the country
Of Hopeless' time and match
The winner of tomorrow
Is not
An easy one to catch


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