No chance to live,
No chance to die.
A few greetings of love,
A few moments of cry.
Sacred roses on grave,
Prickly thorns on land.
Feelings of enmity,
Feelings of bravado.
To believe in fake truth,
To believe in true lie.
To wear a colored tie,
To wear a black suit.
Glisten in the moonlight,
Burn in the sunlight.
Nearer to opaque,
Farther from transparent.
Smiling with force,
Fighting effortlessly.
A page of my journey,
A chapter of my book.
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DAVID ERICKSON
Very Interesting
January 16th, 2014
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Thanks david:)
January 17th, 2014