but you don't give me a chance. you knot my limbs and dull my heart, you spit your vision and take with lungs. you think me fallen but i am once lord on far. you think me everything without gentle reach of breath.
(This will go on forever. I am pained but without body to wrack.)
Tuesday, 1 November 2011
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