Astromaxis
07-08-2010, 05:09 PM
Wickedly delightful
caresses of cold
flared up waves
singing into the poems
wretched dances
gravity mourns
blood
is
born
within
your
conversion
of
dolls
{The first version I put up here got erased so I re-written }
caresses of cold
flared up waves
singing into the poems
wretched dances
gravity mourns
blood
is
born
within
your
conversion
of
dolls
{The first version I put up here got erased so I re-written }