...the day is gray...time no regard...glass it lay...in silver shards...red and tinted...filed and sharp...plucking strings...dark whispering harp...music drifting...wide and loud...over a death...a shivering shroud...coldness creeping in...under Her skin...where Life ends...and where It begins...
Monday, December 7, 2009 at 2:55pm ...the day is gray...time no regard...glass it lay...in silver shards...red and tinted...filed and sharp...plucking strings...dark whispering harp...music drifting...wide and loud...over a death...a shivering shroud...coldness creeping in...under Her skin...where Life ends...and where It begins... Add Comment |

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