Nov 2016
Outside
The wrath
Turns the night
Slowly backwards.
She pumps and gushes
A heart like the river
Like black ice
Cracking
Blue steel.
The hounds of vice
Screaming salty,
Swinging wooden
Narrative.
The wrath
Turns the night
Slowly backwards.
She pumps and gushes
A heart like the river
Like black ice
Cracking
Blue steel.
The hounds of vice
Screaming salty,
Swinging wooden
Narrative.
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