Taste of Salt

October 23, 2009 at 9:43 am (Uncategorized)

I can feel them, forming, salty liquid from an endless resource.

Stay inside. I pray.

Don’t fall.

Their fall is my fall.

I don’t want to fall. Not for them.

I lose yet again. I compromise.

Embers Drive comes to my rescue.

Just like every time, I go back to the sound, the music

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