Shards of your memory,last night
Sliced me up with neat precision…
(So you’re expecting some blood,tears maybe
For metaphors sake,at least)
Sorry. I just made a bad decision.
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a staccato of random thoughts,memories and musings... snowballed into a single entity by a highly eccentric mind
life's but a walking shadow;a poor player
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. (macbeth)
that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. (macbeth)
3 comments:
loved the last line.
thnx...i loved it too!
thnx...i enjoyed it!
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