this is not the smell of fresh roses that i exchanged my moments for.

Posted: February 3, 2010 in ABSTRACT THOUGHTS /rendering of madness
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this is not the smell of fresh roses that i exchanged my moments for. not the quiet spaces taken up by these spiteful times.Not today. not that day. did i bargained for all that i lost or gained nothing.petals of roses exchanged for burnt ashes of autumn leaves. maybe it wasn’t an exchange at all. maybe i lost it all. in one sweep of fancy. in one brief wishful thought. blinded by the rush. oblivious to the odds. i jumped and i plunged and i fell.  i can not walk any more.

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