Friday, August 24, 2012


Jaded green by the atmosphere,
Sorry now the false smile,
Was winter in the air?
Your words a chill.

Fires burn out,
Ever consuming hunger,
When did I withhold,
Necessary thunder?

Stuff of dreams dissipate,
Did they ever rate?
A change in me unpleasant,
Was I ever present?

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