Randy Hogan - **** Star****

My soul feels like a withering rose as if the winter dawn has falling
early upon me for the last once more

My body feels weak, tired, and beaten like it could travel not even one more GOD forsaken lonely mile

For I wish to rekindle under a twinkling star to let the dark kindred skies Rain wash over my very mortal soul

Randy Hogan

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