Ah, the dilemmas we face through being...
By Oscar Lush, 2010
I think we are lost again Repetition, repetition of life A slight Deja vu, don’t you think? I don’t know if you think All you do is sit by that window That window, frosted over by ice Your body still captured in winter When it is now summer The dancing flowers now blooming The trees no longer kept by death Yet you seem to only follow the idea of death Am I death to you? Am I the entrapment that...
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