awakened, by corporeal ceraphim Subscribe to rss feed for corporeal ceraphim

As i strain my eyes under the afterglow of twilight
Pouring over print gradually fading into the night,
Suddenly i become aware that i am no longer reading,
My chest is heaving and i find myself not dreaming but
breathing.
Note to self: He's awakened my being
Posted: 2010-03-05 20:25:39 UTC

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