And Poem by patch work
And
Accepting distance my eternal sentence,
cursed life of loneliness and betrayal.
The bittersweet solitude where I'm free to fly and fall.
The joy of hope, creating fun to camouflage sorrow
for the truth is painful as staring at the midday sun
I will stare at the setting sun and smugly mock it.
Monday, November 2, 2009
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5/20/2024 10:28:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
and....its true..Patch Work.