Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Another

Rolling wave crash asunder and over
And under and into oblivion
Dissipate singing fate brought
Soughing doubt crawling and
Rout kinder passions to spare
Roughage blessed and passed
For broken alms and swears
And never mores anew recanted
Deviant past eschew and fresh
Mount soggy tor to cry again.

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