when you've nothing left to hold on to
all your aspirations
hang in the balance
like a sacred burial ground
corpses rotting in the wind
while an invisible shaman
peers from the unknown world
sullen beyond sadness
serious beyond belief...
Content (c) 2008-2012 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
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