Dark Borders

Dirty sacred light

Wishes we were clean,

Run around your empty promises

Washing clean the fear of yesterday’s truth.

Days darken on the borders

Bringing cold flood of tears.

Shaking scared and stupid

Time and time, not again,

Trade away tomorrow

Today we forget.

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dougheal

Electric cosmic lounge lizard of the wheeling variety. Lover of fine food, beautiful people, creative thinkers and fantastic voyages. Multi-media artist and writer.

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