a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

September 30, 2004

Mabon light my way and protect me 'til the Spring, I'm exposed as a limbless brain and feeling everything, Mabon wrap me in silken cloak and see me through the cold, I'll die without a warm hand at my heart, warm as the sun is gold.

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