Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: Hobo

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Hobo

He was yesterday's man, empty and tired, Festooned with the remains of glories past, Faded trophies from when he was the one And fierce, arrogant passions fired An incandescent delight he thought would last. Glazed, dazed he wondered where the passion had gone, As tremored hand raked grizzled hair... Sign in to see full entry.

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