mildew
By VagrantGypsy
In a mind gone rancidLife is a meaningless word only be toCursed upon in times of desperationBackground changes everydayFaceless people fade awayWhen dreams are nothing more than aMemory sketched with pain andYellow pictures buried in brown boxes with no titles are a Musty window into a silenced heart too afraid to speak Written July 14th, 2001 © on Sep 09 2001 05:57 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"In a mind gone rancidLife is a meaningless word only be toCursed upon in times of desperationBackground changes everydayFaceless people fade awayWhen dreams are nothing more than aMemory sketched with pain andYellow pictures buried in brown boxes with no titles are a Musty window into a silenced heart too afraid to speak..."