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Same Sun
Posted by Hazel Dream
on
12:03 PM
So the nomad crossed one more sun on his indigo Boulevard.
Same friends and same enemies walked along with him through this sun.
Same primitive dreams floating in these shallow eyes.
Same absurd masculine insecurities clinging to his confused lonely soul.
Same hope of angel …..
Yes its absurd, to call it absurd is to deny it a meaning.
It was a meaning less day yet again.