Taunting guillotine eyes,
Breathing concussions of a vampire's remorse, Echoed left fate over parts, As wings from angels they illuminate silent haunt the funeral malignant paraded goals of the great regretful beyond over the edge of hope's bandaged prayers; For us she's still wishing...
In lieu of falling,
Over edges we're never back from climb?!
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
A Broken Dial of Dreams I
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