Tuesday, 11 May 2010
deep of us
my eyes were stuttering
where you held me under the water
and only secrets go
to your freckles those faults I whispered
lost in breath stolen
violent darkest blue.
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
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