(Decmeber 26,1289 (or sometime around that) / Russia)

//// Seasons With My Suicide Lover And Me ////

we pick petels
from flowers
we lay in the grass
we hid from
the sun
we make love
in the night
we count the stars
we visit the dead
we die in the snow...
Now i can lay frozen forever
just my suicide lover and me.

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Comments (2)

seasons of love, love worth celebrating..keep up good work :)
Very deep expression...raw imagery gives this the added darkness it paints keep penning....you're very talented jon