Casting Stones
Dwindling immeasurable facilities
Are waning through today
A special someone
Don't delay
The time is near
For faring orders of one's doubt
I do not think
We're casting stones
I dare not blink
When feasting pleasures
Don't dismay
I'm feeling fortressed
Throughout time
It's fading fast.
11-7-09
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