Attractive white fences. Lacerated earth.
Dead houses of wet wood and imagined dreams.
Cold stabbing ridges.
Rushing from my island and pouring open into another's bloodstream. Glass. Antlers. Wheels. Hooves.
Against this I have God's word that I can **** something.
The more today
The less tomorrow.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
Attractive white fences. Lacerated earth.
Dead houses of wet wood and imagined dreams.
Cold stabbing ridges.
Rushing from my island and pouring open into another's bloodstream. Glass. Antlers. Wheels. Hooves.
Against this I have God's word that I can **** something.
The more today
The less tomorrow.
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