December 2010
7 posts
Vessel
Fuck its cold fuck its cold fuck its cold yes back in the cold.
Cover me.
Things shall pass, take their tumble and take their roll. If you don’t take your turn they’ll take your dough. Our blood drives a vessel but not what for, but how. How when all along you were some seed in the cosmos collecting dust. You were here when time wasn’t. That was you waiting in the...
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