Yonder burns the vigil, that beacon that guides me ever closer to the hearth where I once lain the burden of my innocence with another on that faux bare skin rug. If only I could reclaim it, but only to surrender it again.
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
Yonder burns the vigil, that beacon that guides me ever closer to the hearth where I once lain the burden of my innocence with another on that faux bare skin rug. If only I could reclaim it, but only to surrender it again.
