When words die down
As the world closes its doors
As the blood congeals half way
When the stupid heart bleeds
As the feet forget their chosen path
As the hands wring in despair
When the winds stop blowing
As the crazy gods cast their die
As a soul dies within a body
When memories fail
As a tiny droplet gathers grief
As it flows down the living corpse
Hello, and thanks a ton for stopping by! Here you'll find the ramblings of a girl err...woman left uninterrupted, or a woman left to her own devices! It's in such moments of uninterrupted ecstasy I find myself, far, far away from the madding crowd, where an Oak tree, shepherds me. ;)
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
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?! ?! ?! Why ?! ?! ?!
Somethings tear at your insides. :) I know, I know.
Moushumi
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