Saturday, April 23, 2016

StRippiNG tHe MoBiuS

officially leading into the pit. taken down to the puddles to drown. mercy fillings in the streets. sipping through the cracks. splinters drifting in the vapor. sideways through the mirrors. crushed between the astral panes. every glance partitioned father into the past. tumbling away forever down the corridor of ourselves

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