Thursday, 29 March 2012
trying to burn up into a sentence
... / but the wave swam in my lung /
and sprung up this statue / old ivy and cracked belief /
this rolling breath catches no stones
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... / but the wave swam in my lung /
and sprung up this statue / old ivy and cracked belief /
this rolling breath catches no stones
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A blog about life and losing my mind; about the emotions that take us, the colours that catch us, the little things that are lost. We create the dark, and we can stem the shadow.
... / but the wave swam in my lung /
and sprung up this statue / old ivy and cracked belief /
this rolling breath catches no stones
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