Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time we're near the end alreadyA macrocosmos distorted shape
We're lunared in pastiche and it paints a crazy story
I guess we'll have to improvise whilst we wait
Come, let us prevail far to the West.
Where there's colour, silver and gold
Here in the East there is nothing for us now
But all that is left to be sold
Poetry by Wilson
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Written on 2014-12-22 at 03:49
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