narrative: finis | rhyfelgri

rhyfelgri

[finis] and outside the all night in an orchestra of rain you fell in love with a hurricane

rhyfelgri Sep 22, 2009 00:02

( you were torn like a road map and lost in the crowd and the dirt is your lover now fingernails thorn trees my fickle heart too so many things in this sad little world grow back except for you )

narrative: unfinished business, narrative: finis, narrative: free fall

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