360*tree

take my hand and climb with me…

forty seven degrees: ‘you might say you’re wounded…’

It’s All Okay ~ Julia Stone

forty seven

Two hearts, neatly broken. Four hands, blood stained. Truth verse lie, yours against my. Bare cross, with wired thorns. Put out both eyes, and pray. For blindness. Paint your self, martyred. Strung up, ‘n sainted. Odin’s ruin, for rune. Wisdom won, in suffering. Hang, to heal. As is your will, so be it. Love lives on, regardless.

We knew before we started oh the secrets we would keep…

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