Some sack ration
Basted, Nation
Clicking limbs
Seraphim
The bow swung low across the strings
Heaven was created with memory
Jesuit chanting; hymnals ripped and
Hung beneath His fingertips
Queasy Art; Wrecked hands
Seminal beats and terminland
Catch the sokoreal
Spawning chests
caelestis, heartbeats; the first sunset
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 12:49 PM UTC
Some sack ration
Basted, Nation
Clicking limbs
Seraphim
The bow swung low across the strings
Heaven was created with memory
Jesuit chanting; hymnals ripped and
Hung beneath His fingertips
Queasy Art; Wrecked hands
Seminal beats and terminland
Catch the sokoreal
Spawning chests
caelestis, heartbeats; the first sunset
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