The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.
-Frost
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
You Won
Anger is you weapon That hurts me the most. Your silence is your canon That strikes me at the core. Your turned back is the wall That is impenetrable. Your closed eyes Speak of my defeat. It is over. This game is lost. You won.
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