Sunday, June 08, 2003

i can smell the wounds over a murder of crows. does this never ending overcast remind you of every mistake you forgot to make? for me it's a constant mirror that refuses to shatter even after a brick. each hour of daylight is the length of an uncoiled serpent. ingest every drop though pin holes on my palm. see if i'm as ugly when i wear your face.


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