a drunkan notionA Poem by Heavyheartedwhisper no sense of lust you must gather yourself and die or better yet, offer your bust to bury a dying man
streets of shadow and dust dust and sand and fog but as long as your "self" is never with these filled you can't be a dirty dog
nasty, bloody and cruel but very truthful and just but rust is eating up your once shiny heart
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2 Reviews Added on October 21, 2009 Last Updated on September 9, 2010 AuthorHeavyheartedAboutliving in the sun and longing for rain in love with john keats... dying young, loving love. more cynical than i like to be, yet romantic, against my better judgement. more..Writing
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