god save the trees---
i spend my nights carving my
name into their skin,
pouring their blood into the briar
dead poetry, graves do not
exonerate me
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:40 AM UTC
god save the trees---
i spend my nights carving my
name into their skin,
pouring their blood into the briar
dead poetry, graves do not
exonerate me
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