Mon, 10/13/2014 - 19:54 -- hburke


These thoughts are evergreen
The flesh is never lean
My pen is dripping blue
The search is always new

I recall the days are few
This sky, the faintest hue
Its where I search at night
I'm afraid I've lost the fight


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