Monday, May 20, 2013

a shallow hollow hell
in this shattered hallowed hull
tell me have you seen the stars
dancing in the null?

a hope too fierce
to fold within this tatter
so escape the blaze of suns
I commission you to go
to where the void lies gentle
and cold is mother to your soul


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