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I said something about how you set fires,
massive, deadly fires.
About how Poseidon wouldn't even bother with them.
The words were better then.
And why we stopped fucking with ashes after I burned my lip
even though it was only me.
And how the sun was setting too low
and was dull and lifeless
and wasn't beautiful.
massive, deadly fires.
About how Poseidon wouldn't even bother with them.
The words were better then.
And why we stopped fucking with ashes after I burned my lip
even though it was only me.
And how the sun was setting too low
and was dull and lifeless
and wasn't beautiful.
Published 3rd Mar 2012
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Anonymous
3rd Mar 2012 9:21pm
This is beautiful. I'm especially a fan of the last bit.
'And how the sun was setting too low
and was dull and lifeless
and wasn't beautiful. '
Perfect. Reading list.
'And how the sun was setting too low
and was dull and lifeless
and wasn't beautiful. '
Perfect. Reading list.
