Saturday, March 27, 2010

I Am Not An Artist, I'm Hardly Human.

Witchcraft aided them
to embrace on the water,
but they'd both end up broken
and washed ashore,
along with the other contents gobbled up by the ocean's swell.

Wolves would follow,
worried faces and fond memories.
They'd call it a tragedy,
but there was no avoiding it.

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