dipped in fires of revenge
black as night and hung on edge
she calls out unto me
a wisp of smoke
and the fire pokes
now I see my soon to be
stars shine up from water, clear
silent noise is all we hear
she reaches for me desperately
over edge and pressed against
imaginary chain-link fence
but together we live separately
harrow here, yes, hurry here
be my darling kitsune, dear
we'll be alone eventually
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
dipped in fires of revenge
black as night and hung on edge
she calls out unto me
a wisp of smoke
and the fire pokes
now I see my soon to be
stars shine up from water, clear
silent noise is all we hear
she reaches for me desperately
over edge and pressed against
imaginary chain-link fence
but together we live separately
harrow here, yes, hurry here
be my darling kitsune, dear
we'll be alone eventually
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