Dark Poetry #4 |
wasteland |
deep spaced New Member
since 2008-01-22
Posts 2 |
along the stretch of sands we waltz to trenches and faults i have found the wasteland the barren through the strands of natures hair i will be there, the nowhere the day i lay to stay and decay is when party people trance and play who will we find an hour away? no one can really understand the promise of eutopia in this wasteland |
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