Your flesh remains on the splintered gate
Peeled apart at the prefix
Holding the secrets of fiction-
Collected in a womb
Filled with the clasped hands of the kneeling and behaved
(C) Tiffanie Doro
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Your flesh remains on the splintered gate
Peeled apart at the prefix
Holding the secrets of fiction-
Collected in a womb
Filled with the clasped hands of the kneeling and behaved
(C) Tiffanie Doro
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