what shores of what worlds |
What shores of what worlds?
Come back with me
Resist becoming an unspoken word of time
Pictures, of thoughts
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Posted by together we burn it up on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 07:43:00 PST |
Anna |
Anna
Vacant and taken
Stolen and shaken
Her eyelashes thick with wet dusts of black
Her breath (as wild, as untameable as the sea)
In her voice; a turmoil of treacherous waves
Sheets stained, twisted...
Posted by together we burn it up on Tue, 23 Oct 2007 07:40:00 PST |
I bite the hand |
I bite the hand that feeds meI remember Christmas' on the main street, being genuinely happy.I remember my nan warming me crumpets on the coal fire (those were the days, i can tell you) being genuinel...
Posted by together we burn it up on Sun, 07 Oct 2007 09:21:00 PST |
