We pulled over a climb
Breadths of burdock were in spring
Silver and dirty white
sank beneath the blue
I wrap you around my fingers
and you coldly settled on my brow
I stutter in an unlit night
and fall the bright words did,
but I battle you for another day;
I’ve set twenty two years aflame
dreaming of demons at my door
Saturday, December 26, 2009
The Midnight Man Pt. 4
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