Well honey, the grass ain't greener and the wine ain't sweeter, on either side of the hill

[steadgussin]

Sometimes, there are mountains, flowing through a tiger's eye and into my vains. Life comes in it's picture frame, but for everyone, it is't the same. Shifting desert sands cover all that once was, and digging will not ever again uncover. They shall remain, forever hidden. For as the spike draws itself deep into the earth, numbing only the power of

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[anonymous]

definitely good writing niles, as always :-)
-bree