Crimson Cranes
It is a process, yet to cease. But to be precise, it's not my way of life.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Morning
Deep blue sky, why do you hide?
You make me cold
Down to the bone
Shiver beneath my skin
I seek and find
What I cannot hide
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