Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Bump in the night

"Sleep is not, death is not;
Who seem to die, live.
House you were born in,
Friends of your spring- time,
Old man and young maid,
Day's toil and it's guerdon,
They are all vanishing,
Fleeing to fables,
Cannot be moored." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

This love will be our down fall.
This love will be the devil.

Coming to fall 
Coming for love 
Slipping down for the fall 
Slipping down for the break 

Late late late 

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