Wit, Wisecrack, and the Written Word
Friday, January 14, 2011
Tainted
The dark and heavy night seemed to mock me
From the moment I took taint to soul.
And no longer could I fly to you free
For hope was the sun and I black as coal.
Deadly choices led me away from you
And there I stayed to build my life anew.
--C.R.E.
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