a rhyming course of sanity
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farther than the wind
she rode
and forth she came
a piece of will
with scraps of fire
she lit my house again
farther than this mind
the quote
''and north he slain
no cease of will
with bad desire''
he hit our hearts domain
farther than that soul
they hope
and forth they aim
a crease in will
with saddest choir
they cage themselves again
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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