{ November 10, 2008 @ 7:37 am }
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{ Behavior, Poetry, Psychology, Writing, thoughts }
{ Tags: conservatism, consistency, constancy, fraternal/social love, human frailty, mores, old age, virtues }
Tried by fire
Hence wrinkles like scorch marks
Burned black insides
Ashes fell
Shone forth
Impotence
Frigidity
That is moved by a tear falling
Indignant at graffiti
Shining
Constancy of beliefs
Reliable as moss covered walls
Keeping hordes out
So the young magnolias would grow in peace.
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Layla Said:
on November 14, 2008 at 4:25 pm
sometimes, i become afraid of growing old. coz really, i just don’t want to experience back pains.