june is a fist of botched odds
plodding along... a rube of wise fools
cumbersome.
the long frost of a brief dim
witness to a harm gone
ambergris.
you seem less full.
an entire galaxy of wane suns
lonesome.
it's your mask: my masquerade rules
under some malignant
lush fog
and asked for this.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 8:31 PM UTC
june is a fist of botched odds
plodding along... a rube of wise fools
cumbersome.
the long frost of a brief dim
witness to a harm gone
ambergris.
you seem less full.
an entire galaxy of wane suns
lonesome.
it's your mask: my masquerade rules
under some malignant
lush fog
and asked for this.
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