the brittle eve broke
into a thousand stars
upon my longing
they had come to me
gentle night fought through
light and whirling sand
she caught my words
blown on roaming winds
now I wait hoping on return
they may carry her too
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The remnants of beautiful things... just another piece of history.
About Me
- White Misschief
- Unpredictable as ever!! But be nice and you'l get the best of me....
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