drinking an absolute, he drips and seethes
what once might have been has only been until now
no longer an absolute
little steps by little feet in this aching echo of a place
never was an absolute
i ate it all before he came up and pawed at me, always rubbing the wrong way somehow
i could still be the fly in the cathedral, a tiny buzz in a world of echo
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 3:03 PM UTC
drinking an absolute, he drips and seethes
what once might have been has only been until now
no longer an absolute
little steps by little feet in this aching echo of a place
never was an absolute
i ate it all before he came up and pawed at me, always rubbing the wrong way somehow
i could still be the fly in the cathedral, a tiny buzz in a world of echo
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