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blood runs thick these humbled days
when all, alas, turns bent and swayed
we timeless had escaped the flood
then turned our backs and come undone
not unaware to bitter falling
but bartered luck had come in calling
and ruined what we hoped to hold
have measured beauty bought and sold
then lived anew on sands that sink
brought razor's edge to sanity's brink
the mighty have last fallen low
we're reaping seeds of what we've sown.
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Posted by kmalbro on 2007-12-29 23:45:33 | Rating: | Views: 58
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