another day
13 years ago
The yellow flowers hurt his eyes. There is this vast ceiling of cursing Blue and pain down in his heart.
The rocks and the sun. What happened to what we Were before we were born?
We were a mess, corrugated, Of souls and stories, ghosts. The wind awakes, wrapped In a dirty blanket of skin and hair.
The rocks and the sun. What happened to what we Were before we were born?
We were a mess, corrugated, Of souls and stories, ghosts. The wind awakes, wrapped In a dirty blanket of skin and hair.
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*hugs*
But it got the juices flowing, and that's always good.
lol, flowing juices.