Stew

by brian   Apr 25, 2006


Life, death, love, hate, they are all only inches apart
its amazing how they can shift and meld
a giant cooking pot called your life
so many tools and so many spices
i can not get over this thing called love
so much power, and so great yet evil
it is a fundemental instrument for life
a feeling like no other
a pain like no other
rejoice for all
repentance for the soul
and a bitter sweet additive called relations

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