*Gray
Has Begun
To Mask The Sun
As It Tries to Shine Upon
A Churning Stream Of Sorrow
Which Carves Steep, Sharp
Ledges Into My
Decaying
Soul
As
If
I
Were
C
o
n
s
t
r
u
c
t
e
d
From
A
Mound
Of
Gravel-like
Clay*
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
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