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Someday Soon (Free verse) by Drunk Russian Poet

Against a simple backdrop of red and black, a lone man stands atop an aging mass of rock. As the cool western breeze breaks upon his face and he thinks of home, a smile comes upon him. He turns to walk away as the shadows gather, and slowly steals a glance at the stars in the Eastern Sky.

horus8 25-Jun-04/4:48 PM
"breaks upon his face" WARM... I bet.


poop.

pull out your chisel and fez.




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