urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cabrera ! ! 2009-02-19T20:29:05Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:cabrera:8391 2009-02-19T20:29:05Z 2009-02-19T20:29:05Z i'll set to the task if that's all you ask. for you i'll sell my soul away. these rows of masks i have stowed away--are sure to get me through it. but when the sun lays low (there's no use for hope) and the trees shiver then i know: i'm left on my own silver shard horizons ; finally exhausted rebellion ; the darkest parts have lost to searching