sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Sunday, July 08, 2007
and the sky
in the spaces
of its broken clouds
tell me stories
of a long summer
full of verses
and then the
violent rain comes
heaven's tears
pelting tender skin
angels kiss me
and leave violet bruises
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