speak the wisdom of
a drunken man
scream like the falling fans.
deathly fates stand on horizions,
beautiful futures sit on the
ugly lakes. See what you may want now
to be not your self is to be unlike who you
Copyright © Daiton ford | Year Posted 2009
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