January 2013
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manoridea:
Believe my name, Paramour
And when you feel my lips have faith
They are with you
Forsaking concrete angels
I look for the fire in your eyes
seeing it there
I refuse to love a ghost
To grope at dust of a memory
Believe in my name when you call it
and I will come to you
with a heart that endures the hammer
with eyes hungry for the light
