Tomorrow in your eyes my heart so tightly clutched to itself the way gnarled mud-smeared Hope-chapped fingers close around a prized ticket to the fullest and bluest of full blue moons in quiet rigor mortis.
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About Me
- Seriffed
- I am a waterfall of sun in a cold dungeon body. I am a golden cricket in a sealed crystal flask. I am caved in whispers, truths, and lies. I am a broken piano sinking in the ocean.
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