there is a hor i zon (the spine)
and a sky (the cold azure cape)
resting upon it’s back
there are
black birds
tearing
small, soundless holes
into the blue
this is my version
of nothing,
so call me poison
I dont care.
Feb 2, 2010
Feb 2, 2010 at 12:46 PM UTC
there is a hor i zon (the spine)
and a sky (the cold azure cape)
resting upon it’s back
there are
black birds
tearing
small, soundless holes
into the blue
this is my version
of nothing,
so call me poison
I dont care.
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