A/N: Feedback is magical.
=] also, i wrote this on 4/7/10.
Prayers Whispered From Our Mouths
Our breath rose in the cold,
like a hundred souls escaping
from these tattered would-be vessels
and today I say good-bye
because I've finally had enough
dropping burning gold into the bin
the clash rattling like the gunshots
we've come to know as lullabys
No more 'Hey
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