Strangers sell their wares in snares and fingers click like claws snapping twigs
I smell the cold from the north
It reminds me
The great loves in my life that have come and gone with the seasons
Filled my cup, then emptied it, then filled it again.
Perhaps I am a creature of transitions.
A ghost given form in the love of another only till the love is gone away.
Perhaps I am rain, soaking the tree, only to be absorbed by the sun and the thirsty leaves.
I return to the earth.
To ink and papyrus and song and longing.
I return to the earth.
To knots and wrinkles and pages turning.
I return to the earth.
Where the dewdrops and wet of the morning cannot reach me.
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Welcome to this Heart of mine. Buried under Prideful Vines.
Words they have come from men and from mouse, but I can't help but think that they've heard the wrong crowd. When all the water is gone, my bill will come due. I was just trying to leave something behind.
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Ekibiyo Drakmord
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Sing pretty bird in your concrete cage another sad song for the modern age.
My Music
Me.
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My Music
Me.
CLICK HERE TO DIE INSTANTLY