Holding YouIt was the slow descending slide of a violin bow, a screeching of notes and half-whispered lies against my ears in the way spiders crawl about on the walls, and then it was gone.Holding You
It left me broken and bitter like shards of glass all strung up, like hearts of wire and picture frames, and anti-listen, anti-find policy for shoe repair. It left me an indecisive child in the candy aisle, home empty handed for the lack of quick-thinking and grubby finger-grabbing.
So I stood in the rain downpour and crumpled under the weight of things, and I lay in the puddles as though I car
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What's the matter... Afraid of the Dark? I'm The Dark!
[[Ich bin der Dulkenheit!!]]
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I do what my muse tells me to do!!!
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NEW ACCOUNT
~moranox
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