Memory clung then ran
down the nerve of my bed
of broken seashells split in
boiling strychnine
Turning my head to keep my eyes
from twisted crackling debris
the darting nicotine fairy invokes the
gallant end of a galaxy
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
Memory clung then ran
down the nerve of my bed
of broken seashells split in
boiling strychnine
Turning my head to keep my eyes
from twisted crackling debris
the darting nicotine fairy invokes the
gallant end of a galaxy
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