heard a voice as i died
in the cold moonlight
forty phantoms
breathing through me
and this wasted life
holds on too long
like a piano from the dark
and a mystic chord
i froze and woke in tandem
with the underscore
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 10:21 AM UTC
heard a voice as i died
in the cold moonlight
forty phantoms
breathing through me
and this wasted life
holds on too long
like a piano from the dark
and a mystic chord
i froze and woke in tandem
with the underscore
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