Holding Over Counting

Saw your wild hair snarling tiger bright
Love, Death Stars
Love, Death Stars
Grappling the insanely tangled night
Fighting for your life with the roots of the world on fire
Looking through a broken mirror's desperate desire,
Folding secret pages into memories index file
Secretly wondering was it all so worthwhile,
Holding your hands
Over the scars
Counting the sands
Love, Death Stars
Love, Death Stars...



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-11-05 at 08:48

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