Michelle, We Are Doomed
The summer sun bleeds us dry.
Shadows of ravens that circle up high.
Are you aware our love dies with each new breath?
That the more that we live,
The quicker our death?
Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013
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