Like the wind that slivers through the curtains, casting out feeble dancers
I glide to the window, casting out shadows of black and tears.
And loosen a ribbon tainted with a desolate cancer.
I cry with abnormal fear.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 4:13 PM UTC
Like the wind that slivers through the curtains, casting out feeble dancers
I glide to the window, casting out shadows of black and tears.
And loosen a ribbon tainted with a desolate cancer.
I cry with abnormal fear.
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