I will stumble, and fall. Into this truth. Into your arms. Quench - TopicsExpress



          

I will stumble, and fall. Into this truth. Into your arms. Quench this pain, I mean you no harm. Out of the fire, leaving this flame. Running from us, running from you. Arch my bow and strike this chord, a failure of love, more precious than pearls. Play me a symphony, a beautiful opera, an aria of tragedy, my Dickensian fantasy. As once a sword was pulled from this stone, my strength is nothing without you in this world.
Posted on: Tue, 15 Apr 2014 18:39:13 +0000

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