She was wearing an explosion Strange music come to town The pounding rhythms flow blood Branches abreast, shaded with moonlight Light watches the wherewithalls Her talon pushes a lock of hair Her ear a convenient hook Slivered night lines gathered
Trodding through the years of looking for me, led to the caverns of knowing that me was something more intricate then the design I had imagined I was the artisan of.
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