| Take me to a place I know.. Where the women there are imperishable. there, their tears of diamond crystals meet parted lips of grim and sorrow. take me to the valley of long limbed, soft thighs tender sighs, met with the blushing rose, red petals falling. falling. Women are thorned, don't we know? Lovely yet weak, roses are the only flowers that bleed. My life in mono, each morning when my eyes wake I bask in the blue light of dawn, and hushed winds of October leaves. then I am met with the Day, and the Time, it stalks me, it preys. There is never enough of it. this Time. And I find myself running from there, running to here. I find myself running, and running but never going never knowing.. to a place called Home. |
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