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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Paracetamol Overdose

















An angel tonight... I dream of,
the moonshine on his wings.
I... a child in his arms
and him... my shield.
The sunset from his cerise mound, I taste...
and drink of love's saccharine...
Flesh to flesh we'll fly...
A little higher than those wishful stars.
A little deeper, and I drown...
In his gaze, I am an ember,
burning out...
or raging fire.
flickering amidst the ashes...
'neath the cobblestones of ice...
His touch tames me...
breathes me into life...

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