Untitled
Tells of…haven’t gotten that part
Waking city……calling last card
When lights count, down to the street
Making meet out of time


the stations, enter 1
in broken flakes of pain, cathedral loves for when?
the frigid pains of glass, callings of home?
to know nothing loves
and all is for, the taken boy
and against you rome is lent



god's behind
it was the divinity
which bled into her greed
she has many sisters
they will be leafed without name

the lights of eden sunder tulip trees
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