A dream it seems it must have been, for this unseemly scene was not redeemed. What now remains is in between, life and something else. What now remains is me.
Alas the sun is long since set; nevertheless, I think fondly of its glow.
Tuesday 19 July 2011
:onceadreamer:
Once upon a dream, I was in love. With plans so grand we’d run away, shave our scalps and warm each other; someday we would return.
A dream it seems it must have been, for this unseemly scene was not redeemed. What now remains is in between, life and something else. What now remains is me.
Alas the sun is long since set; nevertheless, I think fondly of its glow.
A dream it seems it must have been, for this unseemly scene was not redeemed. What now remains is in between, life and something else. What now remains is me.
Alas the sun is long since set; nevertheless, I think fondly of its glow.
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