Death of a Dream
Vast emerald sea of Rotting America. Rancid rose, which once bloomed. Bloomed magnificantly! Starting to decay now... Her wheat fields scorched, scorned... And the sky above a now putrid black, instead of a utopian blue... Written December 14th, 2001 © on Dec 14 2001 09:55 AM PST 0 • 1
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