![]() songs of... no oneA Poem by Daniel Atkinson![]() an abstract piece.![]() i choose to tread lightly over fallen trees and homes. lately there have been far too many comings and goings, far too many for my taste-- or, what taste is left.
acid still wears your teeth and crows still prey, ever the subjects of convenience.
these are truths, but do not take them at face value, for a bee cannot live while it yet stings. © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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