What were you thinking, as the window closed for the very last time? What were you wishing, as we blew another dozen eyelashes of mine? What were you wanting as you stood on the edge of your mind? What were you hunting without an idea of silence or time?
Beware there are rabid beasts, outside your door, like snipers they will strike you without a teardrop of remorse.
My sweet siren, sing me a soulful song
released March 29, 2011
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