Contemplate the void.
Let it fill you
with nothing.
Heads of needles lead
long silver strands
through your mind.
And how can we live
while many die
silently.
Nov 29, 2011
Nov 29, 2011 at 8:41 PM UTC
Contemplate the void.
Let it fill you
with nothing.
Heads of needles lead
long silver strands
through your mind.
And how can we live
while many die
silently.
Part 7 of "Ode to the Seven Virgins"
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