Tortured Love This work is considered exceptional by our editorial staff.

September 8, 2009
By , Centerville, UT
Oh what deadly dreams and singing things.
Together like a caravan on the moon
Apart like swimmers on the stars.
Screaming wounds from empty days
And fireflies in ice
Wrongdoers and pretty flowers
All dancing in the moonlight
The songs of rushed nights
Flying through our scattered brains
Shouting our love as the cobwebs grow in our hearts

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DanteDrakien said...
Jun. 29, 2015 at 1:14 am
You have my respect
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