Barrel of memories replaying,
Each drop from the barrel,
A different taste of beverage,
Sometimes its honey other times its Campari
Either way it all liquid,
Hot or cold,
Every gulp remind me of my past,
Good or bad,
Happy or sad,
Fun or boring,
It remains my core.
17.30
27/07/08
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Cyborg
