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pyre
sun glowing through my eyelids
weiland's ghost
going on about his 'someday girl'
saturday's ghost
floating quietly in a vernal pool
a bit of earth in her iris
i'm on my pyre
staring up into the tumultuous heavens
but all i can see
are hibiscus petals
i see fire engines
and hemoglobin and
strawberries
weiland's ghost
going on about his 'someday girl'
saturday's ghost
floating quietly in a vernal pool
a bit of earth in her iris
i'm on my pyre
staring up into the tumultuous heavens
but all i can see
are hibiscus petals
i see fire engines
and hemoglobin and
strawberries
Published 26th Mar 2016
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26th Mar 2016 9:27am
26th Mar 2016 5:33pm
I really enjoyed the visuals. Like looking at the sun with your eyes closed and seeing what dances in front of you. While nothing is what you might think, we give them those attributes. Nicely written.
27th Mar 2016 1:41pm
