Roasted shadows,
Maws opening upon,
High-grace bones,
Your face glistening,
Moist memories of days past,
Pulling the rope,
Futures intertwined in hope,
Gracious hosts don’t mend,
Not the ghosts as they,
Float along the coast.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 4:54 AM UTC
Roasted shadows,
Maws opening upon,
High-grace bones,
Your face glistening,
Moist memories of days past,
Pulling the rope,
Futures intertwined in hope,
Gracious hosts don’t mend,
Not the ghosts as they,
Float along the coast.
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