beauty is an accident in the day
borrowed with permission
borrowed with permission
a cataclysm
we are ones feasting on leftovers
mouths wide with awe
and appetence
as skin tightens on our tired flesh
we find brilliant secret plots
of resurrection
I lie here I don't count the days anymore than I count trees they're here and although real also possess speechlessness as if a ca...
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