poetomachia

11 June 2009 at 1:18 am

two three

when you speak, and i hear
there’s an end, to my fear
with your hand, on my head
i awake, i’m undead
open the door, i enter
into peace, find center
in the vale, clouds asunder
light cracks and, rolls thunder

by MattWriks  

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