we sink into smiling depths, that coil dreams around a fireplace of wooden friendships. Fragments of silent histories conspire, bridging a new entrance into the bladed halls of honest trappings. How wonderful a step! There is no solitude in whispering lawful communion and citizenship can always be stolen from the sleep of crystal dogs and their invisible masters.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
we sink into smiling depths, that coil dreams around a fireplace of wooden friendships. Fragments of silent histories conspire, bridging a new entrance into the bladed halls of honest trappings. How wonderful a step! There is no solitude in whispering lawful communion and citizenship can always be stolen from the sleep of crystal dogs and their invisible masters.
The Poetry of Matthew Goff
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