AT THE BOTTOM OF ETERNITY
I'm stuck in a room with worn out wallpapers,
with vagabonds and weary waiters.
Life leans in
takes a good look
and draws out.
Silence is peaceful
when joined with others.
And here I am,
at the bottom of eternity,
just as worn out as the wallpapers.
Poetry by Daybreaker
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Written on 2008-10-21 at 21:23
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