Don't be discreet
Be my equal
sing like the winged ones
toward frightened woes
There we were
(posed in the right).
We are no longer
(shrouded in discontent).
vignettes of our past
still crowd thoughts,
like kids in
concert halls.
Jan 31, 2011
Jan 31, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
Don't be discreet
Be my equal
sing like the winged ones
toward frightened woes
There we were
(posed in the right).
We are no longer
(shrouded in discontent).
vignettes of our past
still crowd thoughts,
like kids in
concert halls.
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