8 august 2012

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Naykd Poet
Naykd Poet

Vacation:

Slumbering through yet another day, which number long forgot, striving for less then a thought of remembrance,  to reason its hourly expenditure of breath, seemingly wasteful to an earthly presence but, remaining eternally hopeful to its recurrence.

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