As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Friday, August 17, 2012

the wind is in the pine tree

I bit on my quivering lip
Holding the ripple
In my mouth
Her wandering spirit
Engulfed by the flow
Fell in my hand
Like the failure
That slept under your skin
I hid with you
Under your covers
Wanting to live your dream

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