Wednesday, October 26, 2011

With Me

" The desperate are water. They will run down forever 
As they soak into silence mend up together, In a dark and distant, dark and distant place. So don't leave me here with only mirrors watching me. This house it holds nothing but the memories. And the moon it leaves silver but never sleep. And then the silver turns to gray. Oh stay with me arienette until the wolves are away. "

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