LIke one step after another Distractions bother The image of her Haunting for ever after. Ghosts of things left behind Bleeding wounds we hide. A weariness creeping up our spine. Wavering in the ever-changing tide. Like the body caught fire And everyone you met is a liar Think a palace with Nero and his lyre … <a href="http://ground000.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/burn/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">→</span></a><img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=ground000.wordpress.com&blog=32084475&post=1666&subd=ground000&ref=&feed=1" width="1" height="1" />
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