Conffined Decadance

April 17, 2010
In flourished decay
I finally caught life
So very far away

Freedom found not in a breeze
But in the ground
Forever exhaled at ease

Graves grant softest splendor
No matter how harsh
The ignorant sender

To this end and might
I finally wrapped fingers 'round
Brightest Night

Only the moon can know how I pine
Handless, we dance

Your world will never be mine

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