All my dreams, disappearingLike wisps of white smoke
Dispersed by cold currents
Floating overhead
Painting the skyline gray
With bleak impossibilities
And Twenty five years of
Lovelessness.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Dreams, Dreams
All my dreams, disappearingLike wisps of white smoke
Dispersed by cold currents
Floating overhead
Painting the skyline gray
With bleak impossibilities
And Twenty five years of
Lovelessness.
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