Winterscore ©
Monday, August 5, 2013
A Life without prospects
A Life without prospects
Unmovable fences
Unable to break through
There’s no future tenses
Nowhere a beginning
Fighting feeling flustered
Bang and beat the drums with
All that I have mustered
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