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  • poems for the undead.
    minute. 1 / 2 we were unfinished business scraping our legs across the grass and crouching in silence along the edge of what could be and what will never happen. 3 i met the air and clasped it between my palms, the sound was silence, the time was then. 4 you crowded me in and escaped with my soul,
    by Tinkerbell-Or-Me on Jun 11 9:25 PM, 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?