Wednesday, May 23, 2007
they all fall down
In the blackness of the night I finally regain my footing. One step meets dark pavement and the second follows suit. The warm wind wraps around me shrouding the dust of confusion in my deadened mind. Embers glow at my fingertips and sweet spices kiss my tongue as the ghost enters my lungs and fills the emptiness. Ashes, ashes…they all fall down.
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