Sep 222011
 

his eyes glazed over in love, his hands taken aback by the first word I was struck by the gentility of the madness inside.  I was left lying awake at the dawn of a new age, one of integrity and knowledge, the eyes lit like demons in the sun and our own bastardization was the tired triumph of the day.  i was struck by the sensitivity of it all, the kindling fire and the moaning lake.

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