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Stale
Contributed by
ArloDisarray
on
Thursday, 1st August 2013 @ 07:56:08 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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You can taste every piece of me, and know that I'm stale.
I'm as withered and dry as a serpent's scale.
And try as I might, I still always fail.
There's nothing for me in this world but sorrow...
I can pick myself up, and dust myself off.
But when the new sun rises, I will still feel lost.
I do all I can, no matter the cost.
And always hope for a better tomorrow...
I'm here, every day. I'm fixed where I stand.
Drowning, and being pulled under quicksand.
trying to grab onto each helping hand.
But the assistance can only be borrowed...
I'm turned into dust. I'm carried away.
I leave with the wind. I'm too frail to stay.
I fall apart almost every day.
So I drift away into the sorrow.
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ArloDisarray
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2013-08-01 19:56:08] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Stale
(User Rating: 1 ) by RussellReinhardt on
Saturday, 3rd August 2013 @ 05:19:23 AM AEST (User
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Hi There
Reads easy flows well and the rhyming is good. Just a sad story though. Be strong.
Greetings
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