August 16, 2007 - Thursday
playing an ancient tune like an old forgotten melody. A couple liars footsteps in the path of adultery, given a couple more moments and i am lonely. over working for the poacher of empty. tired of explaining my wisdom to the hungry. biding my time till i am no longer part of the envy. sorry to those that i cannot be friendly. chasing the shadow of a beautiful sage. praying that her branches will cover my rage. otherwise i fear that i will lose all of my progress. and yes, all will inevitably be lost. my mind, it chases the echo. my body embraces its touch. into the final hour, i remember, there is no love as such. |
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