~| s w a n s o n g |~



the wind dances with your words
and me,
i just slip into whispered responses
because thats all
my dusted heart will let me make
with my face pressed against
your faerie wings
with soft black feathers
your face a shimmering hope
in these misted eyes
where only the mystical
and deadly
find a home...


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