A mad stone mask waits
in memorized frost on the
blood heavy curtains of ****
Backstage are the petrified
coronas of silver babies whose
ghostpaper hands whisper
wreaths of slavery
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 2:09 AM UTC
A mad stone mask waits
in memorized frost on the
blood heavy curtains of ****
Backstage are the petrified
coronas of silver babies whose
ghostpaper hands whisper
wreaths of slavery
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