Tuesday, November 16, 2010


Belitted fancy leaves tattered
Under my feet thrashing

On the way to a little paradise drawn in stone

Somewhere the maiden awakens!
Cold and dressed in the morning rain

Lips pursed tired eyes stumbing staggering, all in tune with him

Across town

Unholy winds and toothless grins accompany the sound of hell

But my paradise awaits us

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