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Monday, March 25, 2013

Besotted

I think I remember so much less now...
A fountain with coins sink low to the bottom 
All a part of the scheme to make your dreams brighter. 
A dime a day...  
Fill up the mug with wine, watch the priest pore it down
Blessed in thy name...
Some story we're all enamored 
Cling to that and we're holy... 
Something magnificence 
Strip until your bare, sleep in closed coffins

I think I remember so much less now...

Who are you to lord it over us? 

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