I am catching lightning in a bottle and elemental chaos in my prayers. Life has stretched it's long fingers and dug them deep in your savage mind. When you were a lone midnight rider and the darkness slithered down like ink on your dreaming heart, I loved you like the fairy tales that a certain six year old read and believed in.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
A Rose on the Grave
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