الو

elliot cross

888

then shall we celebrate...

And when all's forgotten the doors falling silently the windows quiet

and shades of the dark hidden at last

there'll be a celebration of our birth

that we were born

but not as others were

the quiet strong weak and the bad

born with a shroud

the in-between

the twilight world . .

We do not know whence why we came

do others?

nor why "the life" should fall

betwixt us so

nor why fate in her duplicity

should take away from us the right to know who we really are

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