a crisp jet of lavender lingers in the afternoon sun; drenched in milk-bone quiet and long stunning
ominous lungs, heaving an old cheese in a damp cave of lost reason.
undone.
you seem lovely.
untroubled in churning
dysfunction.
a cog in a wheel of misfortune.
with bells on.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
a crisp jet of lavender lingers in the afternoon sun; drenched in milk-bone quiet and long stunning
ominous lungs, heaving an old cheese in a damp cave of lost reason.
undone.
you seem lovely.
untroubled in churning
dysfunction.
a cog in a wheel of misfortune.
with bells on.
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