i'm crying out for a hand to hold and a
soul to ode. the desired muse is near but far;
i feel it, feel it blessing me
with this curse, burning an image onto
my vision that will never become real.
i knew it all along...yet i chose not to avert my eyes.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
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