confessions on your deathbed
disposed of my secrets
in that dying hour
preparing for the burden
that grew in the depths;
while it flourished,
my soul drank with the spirits
posted by *kmt* @ 1:04 AM
I Could Never Think of Something Charming To Say
I'll wait for the wind to die down and for the snow to settle. Maybe then things will be less bleak.
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Tuesday, July 17, 2007
in that dying hour
preparing for the burden
that grew in the depths;
while it flourished,
my soul drank with the spirits
2 Comments:
why is this over a year ago...i'm bored give me something to read, or stop living ins sudbury!!
trust me, i know...
some are brewing...
and some are dying...
to go in the trash.
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