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Dec 09, 2007
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In the Dead of Winter
In the dead of winter
The ice fell from heaven
The silent wind rested on the seas arching waves
The patterns in grey skies are mirrors to my eyes
In the early morning
The ground was the only thing below me
The night before
We walked until we were lost and then walked more
In the dead of night
You took my breath beneath the chandelier
Of stars and atmosphere
And your taste lingers on my lips
Like the poison I craved so long ago
— washing tears, Dec 09, 2007
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Ancientone
18 years 6 months ago
The dark and light of it...
meic
18 years 5 months ago
A very satisfying read: high