T�r na n�gA Poem by sea lily
she is: self-flagellation
our punishment for daring to dream she is imitation a longing for utter assimilation. the brightest star in the west. i would happily ride, ten thousand miles into the night past the place the monks pray, sleep cushioned against the fading light... spend all my three hundred years catching her heart's flight. © 2009 sea lily
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Added on October 18, 2009 Last Updated on October 19, 2009 Author
sea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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