If, the girl whispers, I do not go into the fire I will not be able to live with my soul. -Adrienne Rich, "Leaflets"
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
your walking
on the water Bit
by far
my
favorite one,
But now
it seems
we're drowning
in a
drop of water
Love
and even as
I'm climbing up the stairs
I know there's Heaven
there
and then Empty arms
that comes with the
Morning Star
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