Thursday, November 11, 2010



I dip the quill in the winkhell
Inspired by chariots afire
Sung by burden a-cage

The baby has it’s blank-key
The wolf has ador
-ation for the howling wind
That always seems to scream,
As if I’d not heard that before

The flag’s proud palette
Dead white and tru
-ly I’d surrender
Everything and mer
-maids offer shoes for such a feat
To dream of being chased
But cannot run awake

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