he is a sad secret
you & i a dark bouquet of song
you were always my home
never will we kiss after this
short wild life
out there
out like this
why am i only here
and now the Provoking Thought of the Day:
"...All these fences and their whole array,
One cunning bosom-sin sweeps quite away."
-John Wesley, Sermon 62, The End of Christ's Coming
current mood:
restless
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