He returns weather beaten, battered and defeated by such pure love
The alien sleeps for now but will soon rise again, small but full of firey heat
I am a slave, I am her slave, I have never been happier to be a slave
One small spark, one silent sigh, I will be there, restless sleep forgotten
Sunday, June 15, 2008
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