Poetry Bastards of the Unwashed Village
Thursday, 11 December 2014
Fortune hunters steal my thoughts
And carry away my dreams…
And somehow the music surrounding them
Makes them appear the heroes.
And you cheer them on.
K.A.Stryer December 11, 2001
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