Wednesday, September 21, 2005

Hurt Of Love Comments

Rating: 2.9

grains of sand run through my hand like chances missed by rage
blown on the wind to distant shores i turn another page
i grasp at straws with foolish hope while dreaming of loves glow
and fight my way against the tide absorbing every blow
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t. h. ashbury 21 September 2005

wow. eloquent, minimalist punctuation, the whys wheres ifs buts... perfect. salut.

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