Monday, December 20, 2010
It’s the return of the same old tricks. It gets as predictable as the aftermath of a drunken rendezvous. Seeking solace from the smoke and the mist. Treading the cobbled paths with the tell tale signs of familiarity. The scars of the battle are here to stay. It is hard to choke or wince. As the same old story cannot befuddle you relentlessly.
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