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Monday, September 05, 2005
one of those wtf posts
Chill wind blows,
Nothing grows,
Along the wayside.
An empty road,
A heavy load,
Like the dream of dying.
Path without end,
Journey without friend,
My destiny to be?
Silk that binds,
Light that blinds,
Means no freedom never.
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