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Sunday, April 11, 2010

A Quandary / A Quagmire

My hopes to circumvent the mire,
Were only folly thoughts, now deserted.
Marooned in the brackish earth, all thoughts reverted
Plainly to my selfish, eternal desire.

Poeticized by stellanoche at 12:04 AM  

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