The Weaver; an Aria.Keystrokes in my ear,
Tell another tale.
To have me by the heartstrings,
To weave another veil.
For hidden in the nether,
I take another lie.
Like a bullet to the kneecap,
Wail but never die.
Here is where I found you,
And here I will remain.
Willow ever weeping,
I carved your sacred name.
A place of wintry solace,
Breathe to taste the air.
Cold and sour and bittersweet,
Snowflakes without a care.
It's naïveté to fly now,
And ignorance to smile.
When skies are filled with demigods,
Pestilence their child.
And then a wistful tune takes hold,
To lull me to that place.
Of villains vixens and vanguards;
The golden fields I traipse.
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jamie BELOVED--the candy coloured creature
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Oh god.
The acid's kicking in.
Jesus christ the walls are melting.
I decided to visit your page, evidently you are still alive XD
How are you?
i'm glad you are, too
i'm alright thanks, yesterday was my birthday which was lovely so i'm still riding the high vibes today ^^ other than that things have been slow but not bad. How about you? :]
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I hope it was awesome
I miss our long facebook messages haha
Yeah im alrite, still at uni etc- same old really. Hows abouts you - still at swinburn?
i just recently SORT OF started using facebook again O: i don't know if it's a good thing or not, probably not, but if you still use it we can re-commence our lengthy novel-esque talks :] ? Haha.
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