I saw them cross the twilight of an age, The sun-eyed children of a marvellous dawn, The great creators with wide brows of calm, The massive barrier-breakers of the world
23/06/2009
the wild in me comes out in these desolate places
You and I, we are made up of broken fragments, sharp edges and smooth bends. You say that you have broken something, that we are broken now.
On the contrary I am more whole now than I was before.
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