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Neath the velvet winds.

Onto me thine essence,
Like a buttrefly pinned,
The blessed curse of remembrance -
Skin latched to skin,
Yet shapeless, only to take form in my dreams,
That which once was serenity now like burnt paper scattered neath a velvet wind.

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Publicerad 2011-01-23 12:10

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