This Time Imperfect

Jun 16, 2006 02:32

We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust,
we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs,
bleeding dark into the leaves.

It was empty on the edge of town but we knew
everyone floated along the bottom of the river.

So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay ( Read more... )

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_myowndecember_ June 16 2006, 11:40:20 UTC
The Cinders Are Falling Like Snow

I used to have some SNs made from that line...

It's one of my favourites <3

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