The shades, They twirl through,
Like a snapped limb,
Over the sun and valleys,
Fish singing, like flogged drifting tears,
Suddenly collapsed along the floor,
Groping regretful,
A light and refugee of who, what,
Or when
Nothing
Inside
Something
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
The shades, They twirl through,
Like a snapped limb,
Over the sun and valleys,
Fish singing, like flogged drifting tears,
Suddenly collapsed along the floor,
Groping regretful,
A light and refugee of who, what,
Or when
Nothing
Inside
Something
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