CANCER OF THE MIND...THE WORDS THAT BLEED THEREIN:

Saturday, August 18, 2007

You'd think time was an envelope of sealed promises... but open and the paper cut will scar for eternity. Empty empty gone. The wings of a touched moment salted with vigour upon my tongue, flitted away wasted and burnt. A velvet ocean of purple after thought... I believed that under your veil were... Sign in to see full entry.

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