Wednesday, January 7, 2015

blinking reality

seconds  are panting
years are ranting
January is waiting
December is already decaying
wailing in pain
ooh!! why my dear son
sinking n soon stinking

hope remains dope
before you say nop
chop and hip hop
shop for securities
drop your indecency

year in-out
resolution with no solution
options with no actions
factions reduced to fraction

regret spread secrets
sacred and darkened
chances advances
challenges ages
wages drenched
wedged and wrecked

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