in the fields of elysium
the stars, the sea, and sleep.
Friday, January 1, 2010
A Decade So Rich That It Spoiled
As if he would ever change
As if he'd be in range
To pick up the signal
That signified his defiance.
Unaware of his share
Of flaunting noncompliance.
He never learned how to ask
For he always received,
A decade betrayed
From some jealousy seeds.
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