Sadly, I believe me

A Poem by Cove Mitchell

Compass, what good is direction if I can't see

Old roads lead to fog

This painting leaves me without questions

I don't know what everything tastes like

But I'm sure, I'm sure...

...I'm a victim to only myself

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Added on January 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 25, 2014