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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.

zodiac 26-Jun-04/9:54 PM
Why did you stop being nowhereman?




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