it rains. history of igneous rocks and locked doors.
a voice biting the tales. about why and who. a thing that cries from within those doors. here. it speaks enigmas to you. this is the latest language of my nameless horses or fires. can I venture to stretch the gift and catastrophe.
bleed before you pause. approach the jaws before you measure the effort. off coast.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
most naked possibility
it rains. history of igneous rocks and locked doors.
a voice biting the tales. about why and who. a thing that cries from within those doors. here. it speaks enigmas to you. this is the latest language of my nameless horses or fires. can I venture to stretch the gift and catastrophe.
bleed before you pause. approach the jaws before you measure the effort. off coast.
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