My shouts share whispers with the clouds above but fall on deaf ears here.
I cannot hear beyond the roaring wind.
I am eager to meet my end as are all the rest.
I hold such splendid moments in my chest as the earth's tilt shifts beneath me.
My pace has quickened it cannot further. The plot has thickened with mine own ******
An aviary vision reduced to a glance.
One last moment, one last chance.
Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 12:43 AM UTC
My shouts share whispers with the clouds above but fall on deaf ears here.
I cannot hear beyond the roaring wind.
I am eager to meet my end as are all the rest.
I hold such splendid moments in my chest as the earth's tilt shifts beneath me.
My pace has quickened it cannot further. The plot has thickened with mine own ******
An aviary vision reduced to a glance.
One last moment, one last chance.
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