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Hambre del Alma Your dark crawled up from every
crevice on the street that night
And you became
a stone like creature
A heart that stops
must be stillborn
miscarried in a soft place,
with a 4.9% chance of waking up
I do love you
I just never can tell
And now you are like a
broken insect
lying beneath someone's boot
A halfway house for ghosts and
contorted fools
I don't know what awaits you
or which house beckons the most
all I know is I don't want you to go
Start.to.finish.
Your dark crawled up from every
crevice on the street that night..
From beginning to end.
You held me.
Astonishing write.
=^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo
Amen!
Amen!