A Poet's Dying Breath
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Hazy Dreams
The world leaves us behind-
I think-
drowning in half-remembered loves
and hazy dreams of haunts once adored-
Before we grow old enough to learn
We can't keep it in the first place.
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