Aug 2014
sleep rushes by in a way that
resembles a high-balling freight train
everything is comparably just as lost
as the nothing that has been gleaned,
the surroundings pressing into unseen eyes
are murals painted from intricate dreams
the ember-cherries sputter and flit
while smoldering into skin without pain
resembles a high-balling freight train
everything is comparably just as lost
as the nothing that has been gleaned,
the surroundings pressing into unseen eyes
are murals painted from intricate dreams
the ember-cherries sputter and flit
while smoldering into skin without pain
(30/M)
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