Crimson Line

December 14, 2010
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"Would it be alright," she asked, "if i were to fall apart tonight? To just lay upon a bed of nails and to barely miss the moon so birght. I want to sing of angels but not of steel and might. Sleep with me, my dear sweet child and see what there is beneath. Keep on not wondering of the grip so tight. Keep me waiting fo the lonely crimson light."

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