Minds
The tears of years
on timeless winds
cleansed my crusted eyes.
What I see
I shutter,
what I see
I dread.
The end to
the living
the beginning
of the
dead.
Robert A. Jones
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-12-12 07:56:09
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