the scabs on the dog,
and the broken cradle scythe
are gifts for the wind.
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speak to the dark angels
and the broken cradle scythe
are gifts for the wind.
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speak to the dark angels
posted by doriandra at Wednesday, September 13, 2006
2 Comments:
i feel the scythe whistling past my ears.
Spellbinding but odd.
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