The Devil's Diaries
Poetry. Fiction. Art. Photography.
Tuesday, 8 March 2016
The night before
I found your horses running scared
with apocalyptic thoughts and
moonlit hair.
This is the dream you gave to me
tonight.
But dead or not, I want to
learn to cry once more.
I wonder if I even could before?
I reach to enthrall your sky...
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