I long for Jesse and the knife, Nubi and the spinning top,
for Meg and her garden.
I long for primality,
for the cold concrete of the forsaken bridge.
All are memories burnt into my soul, yet never to be.
The mind is a cruel thing.
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 2:17 PM UTC
I long for Jesse and the knife, Nubi and the spinning top,
for Meg and her garden.
I long for primality,
for the cold concrete of the forsaken bridge.
All are memories burnt into my soul, yet never to be.
The mind is a cruel thing.
A tribute to Mortal Ghost ( L. Lee. Lowe). I mean, really. Read it.
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