In Glory's time,
There is no way
To deliver
The life that is
Fine from behind.
Because of a
Sad, sad pain
That has built
Acres of layers
Over and over,
Sprayed on hardness.
Forty years on.
Alone with so many others.
Leave me only with
Pain, pain, pain.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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