As we grow as as one
we think as two
and if we divide
we will drown
Separating in ways
Such that one would say
It's all relative
Yet always negative
I've seen it
I've been through it
I finally embraced it
And let go of it.
Watch this halo glow
On this everlasting lane
Such an animated pleasure dome
Doomed to carry infected flames
The flame sought rotten prospects
and guilty verdicts
to kill his appetite for delay
it wiped out control
and banished all reason
all out of guilt some would say...
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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