Sunday, August 2, 2009
Flower of the Moon
The ferry will steal my anchor, across waters he'll be taken, abandoned on the sands, tested by the silence we'll be. Tokens exchanged like amulets; words, so many words, we live in them and by them. His heart, my amulet he gives it freely, a protection, a veil. I gather it to me, next to his...
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