my skin is a casket and
my voice is hoarse from calling
myself back to the ocean shore
*please come home, my forgotten soul
how will a corpse breathe on its own?*
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
my skin is a casket and
my voice is hoarse from calling
myself back to the ocean shore
*please come home, my forgotten soul
how will a corpse breathe on its own?*
taking my cheeks in the palm of your hand
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