
somewhere in the between
of the happening
and she walks, and she walks
leaving fade, without a trace, while in the transition
of the fallen, the angel in the shadow
coming numb, she doesn't want to know
then comes a circle, and a circle
where free to be, in the mood for love, to the place she belongs to
Friday, March 27, 2009
Be of You: The 1814
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