Through that final door I followed. On a path I don't really care as I met that face - that stare. My lifeless fate entranced and ready to follow as I cannot move without your touch.
Take my soul as my will has betrayed me! My joints no longer listen. My mind trailing through another path. I have been stripped bare, alone.
With a touch, a scent, a silent clear frost of a menagerie, a wisp - my consciousness is swept and is no longer there.
Monday, January 12, 2009
A heavenly stare
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