April 15, 2010
By coldnightswarmfights SILVER, Dripping Springs, Texas
coldnightswarmfights SILVER, Dripping Springs, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
Priest: I don't want to hear it. No more horror stories.
Commoner: They are common stories these days. I even heard that the demon living here in Rashômon fled in fear of the ferocity of man.

I think they told me about you
But those were dusty evenings recollected through burnt white clouds
And somewhere sepia nursed itself into a person within a wound
And they told me of old cedar floors and chandelier ceilings
Where everyone had diamond eyes that glowed red when frozen
And somewhere along the way the dust became the path and the
Forest became the fear and all the animals came out to play but
No one would play with them and there was no one there except
Burnt white clouds and sepia wounds.

The author's comments:
memories and photography and how photography connects to the dead.

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