You licked your sword to show me how sharp your tongue was.....
it still falls just as heavy as I remember it to be
the prosper eludes me
but in my heart I can never be weak
what these hands are for
and where and why I cannot recall....
but the rain taps and raps at my window like ghosts
but not my ghosts......
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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