****. ****** angel ******* like red screams on the nightdresses. Rutheless youth and tails and dreams I hunted on the tooth. The bible tells me when I get to heaven how I have used every word judging them all for an instant for they're written in a book. All these words created deep in a pitch black dark forest over a like where fireflies meet and reflect and are counted in some book on their number of glows and a book written bloomed flower. Stop sign








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I don't understand
Why I keep coming back
Why is it that I was born and lost in a sea
Washed up on shores
Searching valleys in non existent lands
With a machete to cut through the dark
Why is my mind so silent
Here
Where death and fire and loss so near
When will I understand
That I am a fool for wanting water
When all is turned to wine