Never, by bedazzled |
Black moons and lost reflections, finished wicks and shattered glass. Directions tangled through carpeted thoughts. Didn’t we say… Tumbled beads and broken string, worn matte and stretched too far. Debating definitions of ‘okay’, resounding voices repeat fire. Didn’t we say never? |
Posted: 2007-05-20 01:28:30 UTC |
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