Crimson Cranes
It is a process, yet to cease. But to be precise, it's not my way of life.
Friday, December 28, 2012
The Cure
It's like the cure went out,
and the ground began to spurt,
a cold and careless water.
Like the shadow in your eyes,
and the echo in your heart,
entwining my feelings;
an endless start.
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