Rain, rain please come again Flow over this face of a sinner...
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This is for a friend... A time to heal his wounds of the past.
Spirits are the different emotions of a person.
the last hours of our darkness
just a poem.
proof that we exist and the love that moves us through.
This was the night I would kill you, stuff you under the bed with Cinderella and the broken shoe. Would bury you with the empty pencil, paste, purse you left me here with you left me, and left me.