I was in another lifetime, one of toil and blood. When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud. I came in from the wilderness a creature void of form. Come in she said. Ill give ya shelter from the storm. And if I pass this way again you can rest assured Ill always do my best for her. On that I give my word. In a world of steely-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm. Come in she said. Ill give ya shelter from the storm. Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved. Everything up to that point had been left unresolved. Try imagining a place where its always safe and warm. Come in she said. Ill give ya shelter from the storm.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 10:20:50 +0000
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