My place. My nook.
My home away from nowhere.
Here where the sun thrives on my body's ink.
Here is where evil is reborn. Eternally.
Aug 13, 2004
what little faith we have
in the hands of death
and salvation
what valiant pursuits of love we crave for
even in the absence of triumph
even in the realization that winning
is never an option.
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