In lack of new blood in my veins. Absentee from myself. In need of forbidden warm, glued to all the angles I never searched. Somewhere in the pattern I can loose who I am.
In lack of new blood in my veins. Absentee from myself. In need of forbidden warm, glued to all the angles I never searched. Somewhere in the pattern I can loose who I am.
The Raven's Nest 
Love the way the words and the image go together.
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You always so nice Frank. Thank you
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