[Mine] mouths are deep rivers as cold
As the dead that love the living
As alder blight can strike
The love of youth
The unholy woolly wilting
Unlike aching souls for
Golden beasts
When feared
We pray
When comforted
We play
When crushed
We die
In bits & pieces
Like twigs and leaf
That twists and floats
Down a raging river
We go.
:: 07-28-2017 ::
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