Monday April 01st 2013, 18:49
Filed under: Dikt

miss courageous

Whatever story you tell, I say Oh!
Then doubt takes a seat, telling No.

My hand is still warm, the other turned cold
You gave one away for some other to hold

Doubt stays the night, heavy with cargo
Cranes drop containers brimful of sorrow

Along comes a price of ubiquitous spell
A leech on a ride with no name but miss L


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