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Monday, September 17, 2012

Rain 2: Night in icy forest.

Oh, there you are, falling from the greatest gig up there, whispering the song of our little affair.
Chasing rainbow in the darkest night, screaming for vengeance of the endless fright.
I was praying, and starving, and craving, and hoping.
Or maybe you are the only answer of my lifelong suffering.
Although I do crave you so in the deepest pit of my bones,
There is still something that I am longing for right now, mean green eyes, light years away, far in the meadows of the West.
And please remember that you are but a dust of evaporated rivers of tears, unspoken hopes, and sacred villainy.

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