Monday, August 9, 2004ForewardSylvia, you haunt my waking words penned on crucified pages ethereal scripture true to form like the gospel of death ringing Cathedral bells that February morn Your apostle thought, prose-like collecting more feminine dialogue than a fertile womb, I’ve taken to spiritual posturing like a disciple at... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 4:41 PM Comments (12) (permalink) |
