Celestial Worth
By Jewel
It creeps into its own cavity aches and takes on a form startles you at midnight leaves you helpless til dawn the hands you long to feel the eyes you hope to see the scent you nearly take in all but wings to set you free breezes blow in murky memories from her futuristic land earth not yet walked upon but tells a story in your hand the whispers upon your shoulder that help you walk through day the music playing in your mind reveals words you long to say Written November 13th, 2001 © on Nov 13 2001 12:53 PM PST 0 • 13
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"It creeps into its own cavity..."