a promiseA Poem by Steevenbeneath a high hung string strung broken halo moon, i will build you a shrine of empty wine bottles. each one blessed with the death of a kiss that fell short and dried in tired dreams, too soon to be reduced to shadowy memories only recorded in hope. © 2008 Steeven |
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