psycho-biker-junkie-whore (avariel_wings) wrote,
psycho-biker-junkie-whore
avariel_wings

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All around me darkness gathers,
Fading is the sun that shone;
We must speak of other matters:
You can be me when I'm gone.

Flowers gathered in the morning,
Afternoon they blossom on,
Still are withered by the evening:
You can be me when I'm gone.

--Neil Gaiman

I can't get that poem out of my head, and I don't know why. Oddly haunting, isn't it?
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