tonight, the sky is underneath us

15.4.08

Forstaken

Sinisteria in wheels of motion. The greater form of trunks and chords all twisted and charred together. Beaufatalia allies of spit and nicer words sitting in trees, loving and incandescent. Revenge is a sweeter word, for your disappropriated smear of quasi-love-words. Sweet sincerities! Quick-sense thringing in my ear, and death-current through my canals.

I leave, you leave.

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