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By Sarah Elizabeth Hume Submitted by Sarah143 Date: 2006 Oct 26 Comment on this Work [[2006.10.26.09.56.13101]] |
| Beyond Flesh by Sarah Elizabeth Hume Oh, how the heart does ache with thorny prick from the blood red rose as I stare into the same autumn sky, alone. My hands are cold and solemn as the silver stars seek I, my skin is wet and salty it weeps where once you swept it dry. Carry me away like a candle's flame kissed softly by the air, so I may dance most freely and be the whisper through your darkened hair. |