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Tuesday, November 9, 2010


My heart is breaking without a sound
Black charred burned dreams
Lose them in oblivion that is my setting and rising sun
The night makes me want to dance away... into time
Instead I rest my head on pillows of fear, shame
The death I crave
I her hands
She holds the dagger that is the key
She is me, waiting mistress, bringer of eternal sleep.

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