The Malady of the Quotidian

Friday, November 13, 2009

Nostalgia

Memory hems us in,
makes us crash upon the shores
of dull imagination
with overused metaphors
the only way to explain
our feeble thoughts
and steep sins.
Posted by Aubrey at 7:09 AM
Labels: Poetry

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