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[rubyredstained]

At the moment
all hope is weak
and small.

Music and beauty
are salt in my sadness;
a white void rips through my ice.

Who could have said
that the angel of sex
was so sad?

or known desire
would melt this vast
winter night into
a flood of darkness.

Comments

[thatoldgeek.livejournal.com]

You need to talk, Serena?

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Pizza and beer?

[thatoldgeek.livejournal.com]

Done. There or here?

[rubyredstained.livejournal.com]

Here is weird right now. I'll come there.

Thanks, Ben.