Be drunk with something, always!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Stale-fresh

Crushed wings, tattered soul,
Battered fate, ravaged and all,
See the dawn, dark and red,
For the night yester has bled.

But the morning shall be fresh.
For one and all;
Dreams may lie,
But do they die?

Life is not a given...

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