Jun 2015
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The lips of war will not determine which constellation you slaughter.
I've knotted tears into the dead sea, I'm still crying for
you
If a god could see us now
~~~~~
they'd see nothing but ink
flesh and stardust.
and maybe
an eclipse
if we the souls
aligned.
.
The lips of war will not determine which constellation you slaughter.
I've knotted tears into the dead sea, I'm still crying for
you
If a god could see us now
~~~~~
they'd see nothing but ink
flesh and stardust.
and maybe
an eclipse
if we the souls
aligned.
.
This poem is for you,
reader.
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reader.
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