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the ticking of my orrery douse the sun its rise and clutch exscind what skin it might have touched like clockwork, I whisper like clockwork as Jupiter bumps the earth the orrery whispers in its corner like clockwork, ticking my soul's in the city somewhere, patiently sitting I bite my tongue hold my breath let the anger fill my lungs instead like anodyne inside my chest a sea of concrete somewhere, singing, seeking conjuring and conjuring but the moon wakes to sleep and not much else creeps between the sun and the hour hand surely I'm buried in the barathrum locusts, wild honey where the clove is over-running somewhere, long removed from me a wraith, a ghost above the wings my soul sits and sings and sleeps like clockwork I wait for its return a heartless husk in the ground the ticking as my orrery sounds
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
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the ticking of my orrery douse the sun its rise and clutch exscind what skin it might have touched like clockwork, I whisper like clockwork as Jupiter bumps the earth the orrery whispers in its corner like clockwork, ticking my soul's in the city somewhere, patiently sitting I bite my tongue hold my breath let the anger fill my lungs instead like anodyne inside my chest a sea of concrete somewhere, singing, seeking conjuring and conjuring but the moon wakes to sleep and not much else creeps between the sun and the hour hand surely I'm buried in the barathrum locusts, wild honey where the clove is over-running somewhere, long removed from me a wraith, a ghost above the wings my soul sits and sings and sleeps like clockwork I wait for its return a heartless husk in the ground the ticking as my orrery sounds
days too deep, crows or keys
touka-kouka
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:06 PM UTC
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