sleeping in sanctuary
"There’s no such thing as autobiography, there’s only art and lies"
Friday, February 22, 2008
Weight of Attraction
Her branches broke
Under the weight of attraction
But he was; still,
A leathery countenance
Back-staging the luminance
Of her Winter blossoms
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