Friday, March 20, 2009

Shards


Death like the beautiful abyss that is love. When I kiss your hand and you smile. Simple tricks turn into magic. Returning shards to G'D. The ocean swallowing the black charcoal left behind. Love that is nothing but the waking of a dream.

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