Nov 22
a sword through the shoulder blades
into the heart.
we can only hope for such a death.
the bull's lament, fate, no destiny.
no one chooses their end.
(the bull'death understood.)
into the heart.
we can only hope for such a death.
the bull's lament, fate, no destiny.
no one chooses their end.
(the bull'death understood.)
Written by
guy scutellaro
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