The sword was your anger..the shield was your love...your passion held them together. The left hand was your power. The right, your authority...and you used both to betray me.
I do not feel well this month. My heart and mind are in a place for which only art may give it calm. So gather with me soon for this. I do not need your weapons. I need your protection.
1 year, 12 months ago
15 Nov 2016 23:05 CET
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