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I would break a thousand mirrors To draw the dark away from you Break them with my palms And grind them to glittering dust between my fingers. I welcome the shadows with the sacredness of ****** hands. Let them come. I am not afraid. I am ready For war.
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
I Rush Into The Secret House
I would break a thousand mirrors To draw the dark away from you Break them with my palms And grind them to glittering dust between my fingers. I welcome the shadows with the sacredness of ****** hands. Let them come. I am not afraid. I am ready For war.
Title is a reference to Antony and Cleopatra, Act 4 Scene 15
mikaila
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Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
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