Walking With Demons
And attempting to stay dry.
Words.
Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Angel dust 827
The blood of angels is only rust,
The tears of devils few.
Forgiveness do I beg and trust,
for I would that I dream of you.
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