|
By it dosent matter Date: 2008 Jul 08 Comment on this Work [[2008.07.08.02.28.4117]] |
|
missin' the scent of heavens flesh dew drops of glistening sweat final moments from the efforts of night dripping slow of truth tasting yet this salt of despair cross lips feeling fresh bruise contact yet this final time tears that flow from the morrow that will in moments arrive heart as is known will break all knowledge of this so true yet one must and at a future must yet again and i wonder when will the human inside break as all know must will... |