awakened, by corporeal ceraphim |
As i strain my eyes under the afterglow of twilight Pouring over print gradually fading into the night, Suddenly i become aware that i am no longer reading, My chest is heaving and i find myself not dreaming but breathing. Note to self: He's awakened my being |
Posted: 2010-03-05 20:25:39 UTC |
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