Pure Mud
Fall, breathe. Rise still.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
A false death
Kisses warm lips
Of misery
Now lost to Earth
Love lost by two
By self
By other
By one more
For who the story is ended
And the stars
Speak of now
The insanity
That 's plagued
For, hopeless
The homeless
Seek refuge
In a crypt
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