
…suffers me in green vines
as all of my being is fighting
all of my being is pleading
as soon as I know my threshold
has come, and devastated my conscious
breath with all those silent wishes
gripping to a tendency of faith
that I’ll still be here to cherish my longing
longer, to promise me tomorrow…?
very nicely written.. a little dark but thats nice.. and i love the picture..lol.. 🙂
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Thanks!
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