Worried by Emery
So, like. I woke up. And, like, I looked out the window. And there was snow on the ground.
What. That’s crazy.
So then I had to go out. 66 more words
it’s not the season
…..the occluded fronts
…..the barometrical pressures
it’s not the helpless sad sun
…..obscured by the sooty midday murk
the spiteful arctic sting… 57 more words
the baby’s appetite for its birth is jaw-dropping. in store for god, we have nothing in the house.
people dying, people crying when night falls its over
spirits breaking, bone scraping when they find you its over
hell hounds there hell bound they’ll drag you to the abyss… 93 more words
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lights the trees on fire
And they remain burning with passion
until Winter -
1 hour, 16 minutes
Wrote this last night… the reasons are better left to the imagination.
1 hour, 19 minutes
My strength comes not from
What I pick up
But what I put down
It blooms not
In what I take
But what I give… 20 more words
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