Monday, December 6, 2010

of lace & scathefire

he stitched himself in the hems of my mind
in the fringe of beautiful disarray
where midnight sprites dance upon ponds of ebony
in the twisting silence of ancient willows
where passion was life..
in lost reveries of a heart long forgotten
cast aside
for the love of self
for something more..

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