Tithing ,the soul
The eyes
The ocean breathes
Tides
Blue is Earth, universe
But our blood is aged and stagnant
Recirculated red
And the microscopic wet lizard spirits
Breed until their voices grip our heads
Jan 1, 2025
Jan 1, 2025 at 9:33 AM UTC
Tithing ,the soul
The eyes
The ocean breathes
Tides
Blue is Earth, universe
But our blood is aged and stagnant
Recirculated red
And the microscopic wet lizard spirits
Breed until their voices grip our heads
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