i woke up to a forest this morning.
trading the sudden breeze
for Poseidonic winds
for Poseidonic winds
hoping to wipe the dirt,
this killing intrigue
the songs that never meant a word
hoping the lip service i once knew
would turn into trees in blossom-
how i wish they'd blossom.
this killing intrigue
the songs that never meant a word
hoping the lip service i once knew
would turn into trees in blossom-
how i wish they'd blossom.
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