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The Moth. Your scratches and bruisesThe Moth. by ~evilblackspider
On the undersides of your arms,
They must be there for a reason.
The moth dances crazily
On the thread around the flame.
The spider waits to eat him, just above.
In the grey day outside
The logger sharpens his axe.
It's the changing of the seasons.
You spend the day alone
In the silken sheets of your bed
Remembering, thinking of the lost love.
The sky is turning black,
The evening is coming around.
A lonesome wolf howls just outside the fence.
The creak of the door,
The house is finally settling
And the day is closing around you.
From the misty ruins of time
They all envelop you, screa
Trees by ~evilblackspider
Sta.sh
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Currahee
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and i like your gallery very much too
i understand that you said me when i look your pics
sorry my english is bad than michael
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:Amar es haber encontrado un buen compaņero de juego:
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etc. etc.
Hyfreak.
etc. etc.