scribblings in solitude...
- "Out here on the perimeter there are no stars, Out here we is stoned - immaculate." - Jim Morrison
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The sunlight through your hair,
ever mesmerising, reshaping my world on its own.
May I live by the shades in it?
may I die in its ember folds?
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