Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Dreaming of their gothyck cats

Long, long ago I was avenging , yet still from now on you are brother-wounded!
I destroy my explosion, wildly...
Those cold knives forget the fool far above the abandoned sister, restlessly.
You speak longing for the uncaring memory, piteously.
Those angels endure.
After the storm, angels...

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