splatter
to come back safe and seething from dark journeys of the mind and memory is all that any hands can grasp at with any hope of putting their name on having grown from loss, i am the color of skies and black as tornados, darkness is the song my soul tells everyone i pass, and theirs to me is craving and madness, how much the same.
2004-06-25 | 5:02 p.m.
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