Lunar Brogue
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
The Scavenger
I have entered a gap
Narrow and sheer
Bleak beyond reckoning
And blasted with stone
Were it not for my
Hunger to be someone else
To scavenge their joy
I'd be home now
Deep in the valley
Where it is
Bleak beyond reckoning
And blasted with stone
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