Monday, May 17, 2010


who would sell their soul for love?

We're down and out on the streets tonight
No money in our pockets
Just a paper for our blanket.

We hang our hearts and tears out to dry
And they shake in the rasping branches
Of the winter trees.

Our memories are hiding 
In the bruises that cover our backs and knees
As the blood is gushing below
Held back by the translucent skins.

I don't know what I'm thinking tonight, maybe it's the rain that's getting to me, I'm just not sure. Ignore my ramblings. I have pictures from a couple weeks ago that I've been meaning to post, I just haven't gotten around to it yet. 

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