Saturday 23 January 2010 photo 2/2
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She enters the world with the raised hand, just like butterflies 'round the sugar
In love with the grass and the thorns of the roses she gathers them up,
sharp-edged and hollowhearted they penetrate her skin.
Now she bleeds from her fingertips
The grass turnes red as she goes, decoraded with her soul, painstaking and well-devised.
Eyes on the dream she had, blue eyes, now they're grey
In love with the grass and the thorns of the roses she gathers them up,
sharp-edged and hollowhearted they penetrate her skin.
Now she bleeds from her fingertips
The grass turnes red as she goes, decoraded with her soul, painstaking and well-devised.
Eyes on the dream she had, blue eyes, now they're grey
Annons