After PatrickA Poem by Mike KnollI'm really worried that the childhood address line doesn't work. Thoughts?Our youth no longer promised immortality. The reckless abandon we once adhered to had gone like a childhood address.
We were thrust squalling into the harsh winds, our faces scored by howling sorrow.
The freest spirit cut down by demons within. He had left the cave and showed us the shadow farce by never returning.
© 2013 Mike Knoll |
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Added on February 5, 2013 Last Updated on February 5, 2013 |