for a solitary, hesitating moment,
the one persecuting each of us,
i reconsidered the days gone
gone with the wild, the prosperous
silent trees echoing me head
those drugs worth to spread
among you, me, and them as well,
having power of ancient pearls,
i do not condemn those days,
days of cloudy ideas, and sheer fear,
i declare that condemning would mean
that i condemn all of us
Sunday, May 24, 2009
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