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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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