Holy holy
The god of the gaps sings holy Sorrow bleeding out only for One at a time One moment at a time Holy my Breath swims holy through Low lying water and hollow bones Uncompromisingly slowly In a moment cracked and calloused crow call coded showing my shadow’s soul Holy solely scored striated and dark Lonely Everything was broken and opened and ready to be filled Everything is spilt from the cracks no way of holding Just alone and moving from room to room ghostly Now I know How do I know and still go Return or go Just floating Comments are closed.
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March 2020
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