Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Seven Stones


That tragedies can destroy what happiness there is in an instant.


That countless are dying and being killed right now.


That considering this is doing nothing to solve the problem.


As the whore packs his junk into a codpiece.


As a president signs lives away with her pen.


As I realize, again, how much less I am here without you.


Who I’ll never know.





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