Sunday, 23 September 2012

Dusty Blood - Our Final Moments

Tonight the moon will bleed red, matching the torn bloodied clothes and broken limbs of the men beneath it's radiance.

Tonight she'll cup his face and hold his cold cheeks next to hers, feeling the softest touch of his hair brush against her forehead.

Tonight, their last night, she'll finally understand his hesitation. 


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