Irony. Packaged in a nutshell

me? a walking pillow. if you can live with that. i am always around.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

dooodeedooooo

In peace. In war
In Tears, in rain
The sky shouts and hears us wake

In health, in sickness
in blessed, in bittersweet
Jade seperates gold and asks for forgiveness

In dance. In song
on folk, in love
where the sun has walked. I cried for your gaze

In love, in passiveness
In thrall, in length
i live, under my shame

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