Thursday, December 24, 2009

Good Nite

never again to the beaten track,
never again to the ghost on the shoulder,
never again to the forgotten days,
never again to the familiar ways,

we don't need them anymore,
we don't need them anymore,

left sitting on a dirt strewn desert,
water sinking out of stretch with face.
left dying like the human race.


Peace.

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