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I'm cavern crackling Broke There's a cistern That talks So I hide-- Gregariously behind sunglasses And tatter-ed hoodies. As I poison myself To death With nothing- A stream bellows Emptiness Masking how numb The Moon is, Sunlight sleeps- Allegorically into time If a chronomancer Knew. My memory was mist I'd apologise stupidly And hide my hands to Show you the complexity Of pain. But I'm just A closed book burning Blood with My inability to speak.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
The Tatters of Time
I'm cavern crackling Broke There's a cistern That talks So I hide-- Gregariously behind sunglasses And tatter-ed hoodies. As I poison myself To death With nothing- A stream bellows Emptiness Masking how numb The Moon is, Sunlight sleeps- Allegorically into time If a chronomancer Knew. My memory was mist I'd apologise stupidly And hide my hands to Show you the complexity Of pain. But I'm just A closed book burning Blood with My inability to speak.
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 5:59 PM UTC
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