Tentative conclusion

by SEAN   Apr 26, 2006


The dew is growing upon the coloring grass
the sun can be seen from a high
please don't look I'm hoping for solace
but your content in ways i deny

imbued with a flourish of hurt
as the bacterium enters my blood stream
ill die in a similar way i awoke
alone and afraid of repetitive defeat

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  • 17 years ago

    by Schmeg

    Tee he I

  • 17 years ago

    by Macabre

    Oh I love this its fabulous.
    Keep up the good work Sean.
    ~mace~