Come wallow thee in the misery of this cage of woe, for tonight I drink the Russian Malady. Tomorrow’s Sun will cast a shadow on the clarity of sadness and raise the ghost of literary regret.
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This entry was posted on 28/04/2013 by Supernova1987. It was filed under Darkness, Death, Emotions, Journeys, Life, Poetry and was tagged with Death, Doubt, images, impermanence, indie writing, Journeys, Poems, poetry, writers, writing.
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