Angle of Death
September 10, 2014
My love
You have come
Without words
Tongue less in the night
You see me but I cant
I've been bestowed a couple of times
but never by a goddess
Your crippled hands stretch
I feel a pain spread where your hands meet mine
And as I walk into the shadows
I wave bye
As darkness devours me.
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