2014-06-23


Very often we think we know
Yet we know nothing
The random recollections and perceptions
All swirling like drunk crows
Even they would choose to ignore my thoughts
Other carrion would be far more appealing
I’m done remembering what never was
Or defending that which left me bleeding

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