Wind whispers softly, against bladed grass, Caressing, slowly, softly, Toiling across strands of hair, and milk white skin...So long forgotten, so long ago... Idols lost, deep neath Leth's clever embrace, Star shaped eyes, twinkling, painting, something... In the sky...can't quite recall...A thousand voices, screaming, searching, reaching, gropping, drowning, can't make them out at all, But I hear you calling... Dare I to wake?
posted by Nephilim at 1:26 PM
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"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
