Beneath the shadow of the moon vermillion clouds float heavy across a brunt sky of indigo as dusty memories of long ago fall muted and deep, forever bare upon a dying field of clover and daisy and Tomorrow weeps as... secrets lay shattered upon a parquet floor stained with tears of rust where rabid lords dance with the widows of the day as a wind blows cold and Tomorrow weeps as... the fabric of sanity shreds and shadows take flight with the mind left febrile and naked and silent voices scream to fill the void of the universe echoing for all eternity and Tomorrow weeps as... she fades into yesterday.Birth sign: Libra
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