Four In The Morning
Poetry, Prose, Insanity, Calamity.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Civil War
Your eyes were a judgment
A condemnation of broken pacts
Sealed long before my time
And left shattered
By some ancient nemesis
Writhing still in your memory
As the years pass slowly
Like autumn clouds
Across a vintage sky
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