strange habit, breakfast at lunch.
strangle collars that hold, strangles
the voice into trebles. trinity
meaning three.
we fought the way from darkness,
into light, birds singing early
without the need, of alarms.
he said it was raining there.
here it was not.
now it is.
there are nuns in dolgellau.
sbm.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC
strange habit, breakfast at lunch.
strangle collars that hold, strangles
the voice into trebles. trinity
meaning three.
we fought the way from darkness,
into light, birds singing early
without the need, of alarms.
he said it was raining there.
here it was not.
now it is.
there are nuns in dolgellau.
sbm.
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