Daalbatar

Sarcasm belies such beaten emotion, In smirks and half-truths I delcare my devotion, But laugh at myself, in joining you, With thoughts of us, together as two My scones and tea on silken lace In Gobi winds are out of place But refined British hearts can learn to flow With wild Mongol waters from nomad snow Beneath such graces wild flowers grow Amid the cockleshells that lie in a row With prayers one day you'll see its true That I am like a Barbarian too

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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