Lidless wreath
Blind me with your teeth
Bone white, chalk lines; bitter retreat
I’ll sing through the embers
Of our charred reverie
A brick & mortar apartment
Holding three dead children
We flee.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:46 AM UTC
Lidless wreath
Blind me with your teeth
Bone white, chalk lines; bitter retreat
I’ll sing through the embers
Of our charred reverie
A brick & mortar apartment
Holding three dead children
We flee.
3:43am, August 19th 2014
Dead things. Or maybe things that never existed.
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