Saturday, May 10, 2014

Blood can't go up a vein,
words can't be taken back.

Secrets lost
would be lost forever.

Once you're in the light,
there's no dark again.

Tread slow,

keep the voice low,

It's precious,
precious,
precious.

Choose between voice
and silence,
words and lines,
the simple and
beautiful;
between
war and
love.


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