Spaceman In Arcadia
post-apocalyptic musings from the edge of reality
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Its all evaporating like a distant dream....
Will the water
of your loneliness
wash all the scars away
when time has passed?
swirling like a gas
the crimson flow
evaporates
in the stillness
of the empty glass.
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