great, grey tomorrow
each day the hollow grows larger
and more profound
I can hear the echoes
the echoes
the echoes
fading into a distance still inside of me
offset by time and yet I can not determine
whether they are fading into the past
or a harbinger of a great, grey tomorrow
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
1 comments:
lord~~~can I feel those echoes~~~
~smooches~
~your baby sis~
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