Again I break from my shell...As clouds break over the dawn...And I rise...And I wait...For the music to come.
Monday, 3 March 2008
Godot
Time is wasting None is left. Washing down the silver clouds. Stripping Branches off its leaves. Wasting Men and all they’ve done. Leaving behind this Trepid seeking To find, to yield Something more.
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