lung butter rum butter never meant to live this lo (Remove filter)
hospital gown green (06/28/2015)
burnt bridges grown back by the flesh of sacrifice;
regrown and abraded: ground up as red obsidian
made for careless feet, tapping on solemn, hallowed ground
Bled dry and fed back to the living.
Sigh
so much time spent making noises
mouth-mimicks hiding treasure like a throat infection
coy as is want to do, need to be: my predilection
Parroting:
Insidious, obsidion, ponchus pilot myrmid...
Monday 29th June 2015 1:59 am
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