Wednesday, November 02, 2011

The swan is a murderer

In the evenings when things are winding out for the final time to forever be undone and moments both crystal clear yet ragged, I begin this.  If there ever was a never it's surely found everything lost and treasured.  That is how it rings and shines warming forever moments not so grand in passing.  Today may be built with them and all their dreams in hand, but they feel worth more than all we wrought laying in the past forgot.  Laying at times tempted to tear this all down to try for them again, be we are not the same and cant relive no matter what I might give.

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