Able clockwork pinehewn hell (Remove filter)
feignt (1/18/2016)
A brush with life
living in cupboards
spilling out
light strewn across the floor
pine-scented shame
as naked as me.
cover my softspots in a scramble
regaining consciousness
sought relief in the shade of brambles
Always trading one fire for another
I'm never quite sure how to live
without the pain and glow of embers
to light the way.
how could I hope to win a world for you
qu...
Monday 18th January 2016 11:58 am
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