Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Cold hollow remembrences. 2 sum

Sheol hath taken her stand- I never knew what love and hate ended or began- so they say your darkness dims so they cannot see- when you keep eyes opened in a windowless room- it started with a shiver down your spine- and then they with winged afoot- contact thee blessed lights they hold guard ov our soon existence- praying for the dead no need- we are they are we- I sometimes remember who we/I had been- am- perpetually forth seer sight (salah)

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