| reaching_from_across_the_way | ||
| sab |
two strings thrown from the dark a brown and delicate one racing with a grin in from the cold as a silver one arcs in from the blackness and suddenly im wrapped in the thoughts of two loves two feather touches from afar and while i am warmed inside from the beautiful words the spaces by my sides grow colder still a heart beats because it swells and contracts and thus i continue to live days, hours, minutes are by turn harder and easier to bear but old loves can still warm my soul |
040813 |
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| Doar | dammit bone woman, keep thy spacings in the light of the moon. | 040813 |
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| sab | bone_woman | 040815 |