balefire's heat
ramblings from a mind scorched by time
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
While You Were Out
three birds flew overhead
i saw that they were crows
who must've thought i was dead
for before i knew it
they had flown down
to alight on my shoulders
and began whispering their secrets
upon my deadened ears
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