Writings
(Please note all posts are work of fiction.)
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Gin dreaming.
It drives me insane, just to mention the name. All are obsesed with it's trail, just a mess. Take the ringing from my ears, replace these tears. Strength is lost and gone, not to return until the fade. The grave half dug, with no hope, push us in.
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