Is it so much to ask,for what I perceive to see in the starry night above me,to dwell on the forsaken , reaching out from the shadows,grasping for ever so much as a scrap. Dominating factors challenge the day like a knight in fight,ever so willingly stabbing at air,waiting for the last time to sacrifice he's life on the whim of sacrilegious , domineering , fatal errors. Oh what fun can be had in the morning dew of life,lying out of happenstance folly,golly to the next hour.
©raver
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