Table of Contents | 2 July 2012
Oh, I've been waiting for long years, polished my sleeves against the night; / Counting bloodbeats, shaman-hands against the earthskin of my ribs.
I was never brave or mad enough to fly from a bridge. I should never have been mad enough to eat that apple.
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