Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The Word Hoard.

The urge to die is unfathomable. 
Steel of a blade as cold as the tundra

Is knocking at the door of her soul.

Vengeful guile fuels the inevitable. 
Blood as warm as the touch Helio

is compromised.
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