deep dark folds
in a withered stage
shapes its present
faithless
cage.
deep blue colds
wracked with age
sheds its tempered
ancient
rage.
March 5th, 2011 § 0 comments
deep dark folds
in a withered stage
shapes its present
faithless
cage.
deep blue colds
wracked with age
sheds its tempered
ancient
rage.
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