The Smoking Mirror
Poetry, Fiction, and whatever else comes to mind
Friday, September 7, 2012
Love should not serve as the cord of a desperate soul.
It is what is closest to my mind and furthest from my face.
Kill me dead to find me
Slain, slew slay me and I am found
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