Written by Emily Harstone | September 21, 2017
Amid splendid decay he survived splendidly.
The silent witness of my suffering.
Training Day Four: Leave No Evidence
Dark transparent wounds of the mind.
Ghosts are saddened by its loss
We danced like little angels here.
The empty warehouse of my heart
It was time to move out.
The remnants of an empty life
Hello, my love. Shall we dance?
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Amid splendid decay he survived splendidly.
The silent witness of my suffering.
Training Day Four: Leave No Evidence
Dark transparent wounds of the mind.
Ghosts are saddened by its loss
We danced like little angels here.
The empty warehouse of my heart
It was time to move out.
The remnants of an empty life
Hello, my love. Shall we dance?