satin by Indigo Tempestaserendipitous collisions profusely bleeding sometimes and when in an instance of glory children whimper and writhe it is called insurmountable tragic
and maybe if never sometimes you are crying it is you crying if ever it is that
angel crouched in bamboo grove blood peaceful tan perfidy is all the light exhales and crucified sisters who only like the Magdalene need to be forgiven are shriven of not sins but sunrises to come
burning, serendipity crashes beautiful 10/01/2001 Posted on 10/01/2001 Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta
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Posted by Kimberly Bare on 01/20/04 at 08:04 PM "and crucified sisters who only like the Magdalene
need to be forgiven
are shriven of not sins but sunrises to come".....oh, these lines leave me breathless...hauntingly beautiful! |
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