on a throne he wept himself into a sea (Remove filter)
ache 2 (1/22/2017)
My thirst for words, a euology
written in breath, without or without me
exhumed puzzles without rest
in sterility I acquiesce.
a lion's mane to split the feifdom
ten thousand pieces, ever smaller
'Tween strong war cannibals, these chieftains
diminishing the old relic honor.
so much smaller than the shatter'd sum
of parts so much heavier in drowned
soaking weight of blood carried, s...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 10:42 pm
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