It whistled past me. And, I stood there, all alone, and a little confounded by it all.
Let me die in my own footsteps.
I have been gathering my hemlock, drop by drop. One day, when flowers would scream into the ears of a frosty winter, I shall drink it to thee.
3 comments:
This is sooooooooooooooooooo beautiful!!!! So painfully beautiful....i wish i could give you an image for this....
And doth thy ghost see you too?
Maybe thou needs to look elsewhere for less shocking images.
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