Beat Rebirth (A Discovery)
By Abilene
We may be the next beats The Sal and Deans Torment-stricken, it's so odd to see Someone as miserable as me and me But here I am, and again, you are Though not as a venomous root, But a seed inside the hand of fate Plucked from a scandalous fruit And if I choose to remember you Three hundred years from now, It'll be in my grave, with a decanter saved For the immortal me and you. Written December 5th, 2001 © on Dec 05 2001 01:19 AM PST 17 • 0 • 8
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"We may be the next beats..."