Yea, you
Caught right betweenThe improbable and
The impossible,
I pin all my hopes
On the ghost of a dream
That is you,
And if there is to be a fall
Then you are the catch
In the plan, baby.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-07-27 at 23:28




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