

A Wife I Will Never HaveTo a Wife I Will Never HaveA Wife I Will Never Have
Tears of my soul, saline never formed by flesh and blood, the holy machine A heart never bleeds for a soul The birds, though they rustle in the wind are disturbed by nothing at all
A footstep, the rustle of satin A quiet night dimmed by silence, and trance embracing the broken, benefactor of the everlasting, the once, the before and the hereafter
May dawn's moon break silently upon thee, may it not disturb your slumber. I but mourn mere thrushes, my heart holds me still. Ever still, morn, noon, night.
so...like..when are u going to start submitting ur stuff? i'd like to see what u have to offer!
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