Wine & Wit ; A Scribbler's Thoughts
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Untrue
Cobalt Blue through icy veins
Runs the gamut cold
Dreams like tears evaporate
Into cruelty's fold
I'm smarter than this fool's role
I've memorized to a T
What's left in the rubble
Of a messy head
Looks nothing much like me.
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