anctuary is the temple I seek from your lips.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Temple
Placed in a hole, I’m waiting for a beacon to shine its light upon my hand.
To look at you straight into eyes,
cast down up cement memories.
Black harp and morning doves, I keep this silence of mine together.
In case any whispering become voices,
they heard right.
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anctuary is the temple I seek from your lips.
anctuary is the temple I seek from your lips.
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