The magic ring you gave me,
youngness that can’t be read,
the undead at the bottom of the Tigris,
scrambling for the chalice i stole for you,
biting and swallowing,
the fine wine of a millennium,
Books, Relationship, Uncategorized
The northern wind ringing outside the window,
leaves falling from the window,
dropping in front,
near and still.
The door had been shut for a long time,
Dream, Places, Uncategorized
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