Rube. Scar. Scar.
Some eat the others. Hum. Time.
Suede hinges open the way.
The way is shut. Your hands — they’re gone. That doesn’t stop the closing.
Scar. Scar. Scar.
No hands, yet the way is open.
Have you really learned to love. Yourself.
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
Rube. Scar. Scar.
Some eat the others. Hum. Time.
Suede hinges open the way.
The way is shut. Your hands — they’re gone. That doesn’t stop the closing.
Scar. Scar. Scar.
No hands, yet the way is open.
Have you really learned to love. Yourself.