Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Heard.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
The world.
We are lost! But that is nature, or mine most often. I wish to rise to the high plateau before I can find my home, my heart. And in the descent I will survey my belief. Although I want love, I need her not in the mortar of my home. Although I would shoot true for her, I will not kill without her cry. And if we never find each other, the heart may remain cold.
Friday, November 9, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
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