full moon, clouded skies, jaded eyes
A bottle almost gone.
Does it take away the hurt inside?
Maybe once it's done...
A bottle almost gone.
Does it take away the hurt inside?
Maybe once it's done...
posted by Nephilim at 5:34 PM
Monday, September 11, 2006
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- Name: Nephilim
"My number is 11, as all their numbers who are of us"...Liber C.C.X.X. "My colour is black to the blind, but the blue & gold are seen of the seeing"...Liber C.C.X.X. I Am that I Am I AM
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2 Comments:
Bottle in my hand
numb,though throbs the heart yet
All father laughs at the foolish hearts of men, Chasing lost ladies like waltzing blind on a minefield.
Often, I think of warm lips smooth pale thighs and the inviting illusion that comes with the disease of emotion, of which I am ever plagued.
finlandia vodka straight from the freezer, Again tears away the veil from my eyes....Much to the lament of my mornings mourning
lol...right on!!!
I love it!!!
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