Tag: aspirations
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Poking dead dreams with a stick
I would be adoration’s target I dreamt of being a star In any field Now the very inkling sickens quickly More quickly than I sink to this quicksand that is life Nothing seems to stick, though I have applied adhesives thick, slicking My wick unredeemable grows diminutive indeed Godspeed I say myself, nobody else willing…
Alchemisland 