Nothing in particular
Describes my entire thought process
Monday, October 15, 2012
Songs
Songs fall like leaves to the ground
Like soothing herbs they lay on wounds
Sometimes sharp swords going through eyes
Like blood silently crawling on skin
Songs dying on frozen lips
Like smooth and final endings
Aniron
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