Sleeper City
WinterKill SpringEternal
Foes of Arthur
Green Temple
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Love is like riding a tiger
You don't choose love
It chooses you
You may walk into it
But you don't ask to enter
You can't force your way out
When one climbs upon
the back of a tiger
One does not thereafter
get to choose
When and where to dismount
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