it doesnt happen often the surrender of the soul the turning of the heart; the freezing of the bones it doesnt happen often the wilting of the petal the full bleed, the painful need the melting of the metal it was a long hard climb it was a long bloody battle long black nights and lonely roads it was a friend of mine, the ghost of you and I now shoot you off into space to spin around between the planets
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 14:35:46 +0000
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