A brackish lance of squandered resin,
Hurdles from the beacon shale, soldiered
To a least of blinding dwindles.
In epitaphs of silhouette
The spindle miradors retire
Earthbound castles martyred to
The coming of the rain
Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC
A brackish lance of squandered resin,
Hurdles from the beacon shale, soldiered
To a least of blinding dwindles.
In epitaphs of silhouette
The spindle miradors retire
Earthbound castles martyred to
The coming of the rain
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