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My Evening~



Bark pressed to my face

A solitary grace

An altar with deep roots

Far beneath my boots

My flesh is old I know

But still I need to grow

I’m ever filled with passions

These things get me through the night

I have no shame, for I know that I am right

I will light a bright red candle

I will wait to watch it burn

Then, when no one can hear me

I will scream and I will yearn

Still, I will trudge onward, by now, contented with my pain

Embracing all the trees and crying in the rain~

hillbillycrone hillbillycrone 51-55, F 2 Responses Apr 27, 2012

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Thanks for dropping by. :-)

pain and trees... walking among them both. I do a lot of that myself.