Poetry derived by me, on this world, this life. Some I understand, some I feel, some I know, some I search for I the words I write.
Monday, November 15, 2010
dark hills
* dark hills * The dark hills Life in shadows Over borne by all Existing on such small a ration Hope as roughage Assist the passing of Oily fecal matter Which comprises life.
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