On the cold chill morning, when the white, bites grass, I can still remember. In the day, time drags my soul, It is still standing there.When I pass by the pale afternoon shadows, it touches the walls like finger tips, as quiet as breath, I am reminded, it moves with me every where. This companion, bride, and conjoined twin, overtakes my nightmares. It will not leave, nor let me run un tethered, Fear is my constant, always.
Posted on: Tue, 20 Jan 2015 20:29:04 +0000
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