MORNING, NOT MOURNING
posted by Mrs Tremond at 9:48 am
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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- IN SAID'S HANDS HER FLOWER WILL NEVER WILT
- HER FINGERS RUNNING THROUGH SAID'S HAIR
- SO NOW IT'S TIME FOR HER TO START BREATHING
- WARM, GLOWING OIL
- SHE SAW SAID EMERGING FROM WATER AND DARKNESS
- TO TALK OPENLY EVEN ABOUT HER WEAKNESSES, WITHOUT ...
- A SPARK FROM SAID'S EYES, THE WEIGHT OF THE EARTH,...
- DID SHE OR SAID CAST THIS UNBREAKABLE SPELL?
- RAYS OF LIGHT IN HER HAIR
- AND SHE WILL BE ON A TRAIN AGAIN
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