There would certainly be a broken mold where creatures such as she are souled.
The heavens know what price is right, what places upon ocean eyes
I see it traveling across a nova's wake...
a maker's mark, just so...displayed.
Such array is seldom glimpsed against the black of night; the neverending.
Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 8:17 AM UTC
There would certainly be a broken mold where creatures such as she are souled.
The heavens know what price is right, what places upon ocean eyes
I see it traveling across a nova's wake...
a maker's mark, just so...displayed.
Such array is seldom glimpsed against the black of night; the neverending.
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