Archive for December, 2010
Retreating quietly from the battlefield, bleeing, a wound in my chest, a year-old, flesh cut deep, bleeding pretty, concealed you were so bold, but I’ll fold, war’s too cold A bullet to the left, another to the right I’ve been left, but never been right never I’ve wept, I’ve held on tight the grip I’d [ READ MORE ]
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