The abolute,
Resolute,
Binding and torturous,
Weight of the World,
Sits,
Boldly,
Between the blades of my back.
It mocks and laughs.
It does not know on whom it has chosen its ride.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 1:10 AM UTC
The abolute,
Resolute,
Binding and torturous,
Weight of the World,
Sits,
Boldly,
Between the blades of my back.
It mocks and laughs.
It does not know on whom it has chosen its ride.
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