who was it
By bruised
mixin with stigma cold meat slab shiverin on the floor like a dyin animal disturbed by an angel's embrace wrapped with love like a surprise gift for no reason eyes heavy and body weak driftin in and out of sight a little dingy in the torrent oceans all for you i do not wither like a weed, rose ready to open broken thorax pourin out eyes dancin with the light of a sun onto my fragile form all for me tears kissed and swords dropped for a moment passed by Written October 17th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 06:53 AM PST 17 • 0 • 1
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