Raw Capricorn boy
Gone with the sleep
Awake by rage
Torn with scorn
Still in its pondering
Windstorm by cigarettes
Restless by caffeine
And over and over again
He dashed off of noir
The manuscript he flipped
Hostilities are waged
Forever forlorn
Too much understanding
Its loss and conquest
In existence for wane
The love is in chain
Notwithstanding
I’m wandering
I’m still wondering...
Monday, November 01, 2004
Capricorn Boy
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11:48 PM
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