The Hangover
Signs of life now
Still alive,man,somehow
Post comotose stirring
Emerge from cognizant blurring
The dead are raised from these very stones
With regrets untold, unknown
Dread the punishing sun
As it cracks our weary bones
/(I know the rhyme cantor is so uneven lol)\
Copyright © Mike Trevino | Year Posted 2011
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