Sleeper City
WinterKill SpringEternal
Foes of Arthur
Green Temple
Monday, November 16, 2009
burning glance
Your glance was cutting
My flesh was bleeding
Deep inside I desired
Only you
Like a rose bush budding
I grew but
I stopped breathing
Therefore how burned this fire
I bid you adieu
Now I am nothing again
Now I see darkness that remains
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