The Way of the String
Set asunder, set asunder, a call from echoes past
The string has its way- it is pleasure and pain
Pain and pleasure
The string dances in the reassesses, in the desolation of the heart, in the blood without way
Away with you, even your string
-one
Copyright © Juan Blanco | Year Posted 2015
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