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[saraho0o]

WHY WE LEFT OURSELVES IN THAT FIELD THAT DAY THAT SUNRISE THAT HOUR IS SO FAR FAR ABOVE ME THAT I NO LONGER CAN HEAR IT how could anyone hear a thing so dark it can only make an appearance in the nightmares that pack themselves like bricks down into the deepest darkest hatch of memory

speaking to myself

and now
caught up in him

you are the one untimely muse.
you are
you are.
you are the molten rock coughed up from the core killing 2,000 or more unsuspecting villagers.
you are
you are.

and i have fallen in