O, does nothing make still of fluttering eyes but death and sleep,
and sleep being of younger descent to death she is temporary,
slender and naive like the daylight she murders,
eyes wide shut for the moment,
relief in but one swing of the clocks hands,
it has been said that dreams, though feeling like a life-span,
do in fact only last thirty seconds.
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welp, looks like im finally back on LJ. this could take some time to set up, mostly i agreed to get back on this because i couldnt pass up getting involved with the SuperWhoLock big bang.

viva la LiveJournal! :)