We were warworn; you were weary with
my wild, wayward theories
and as I worried, so it worsened.
That's the way.
You were waygone from your wanderings;
I was waiting for you, always.
You were wolfish, but
I wanted you to stay.
Feb 4, 2011
Feb 4, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC
We were warworn; you were weary with
my wild, wayward theories
and as I worried, so it worsened.
That's the way.
You were waygone from your wanderings;
I was waiting for you, always.
You were wolfish, but
I wanted you to stay.
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