Innocent eyes staring back at me and my guilty filthy soul.
So mucked up and even deeper a grit I feel, for tainting such a starfull sky beyond which all trains traverse.
Leave me behind,
In the dirt I prefer.
So that I may sow my seeds for yet another blackened blend of months and grow them into years...
All the same.
All in a row.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 4:11 PM UTC
Innocent eyes staring back at me and my guilty filthy soul.
So mucked up and even deeper a grit I feel, for tainting such a starfull sky beyond which all trains traverse.
Leave me behind,
In the dirt I prefer.
So that I may sow my seeds for yet another blackened blend of months and grow them into years...
All the same.
All in a row.
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