A Mass cursed with half breaths
Time has a bad habit of persisting
Dreads nought and
Synthetic elements tryst-ing
Manhood hunter
On tesseract railways
The day taps at the glass
Her smile so thin she breaks
Saint Drake, never
But a whisper
Seconds in psychotic quakes
I’m with her
Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
A Mass cursed with half breaths
Time has a bad habit of persisting
Dreads nought and
Synthetic elements tryst-ing
Manhood hunter
On tesseract railways
The day taps at the glass
Her smile so thin she breaks
Saint Drake, never
But a whisper
Seconds in psychotic quakes
I’m with her
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