hold-able.
Voidness
to stillness welcoming echoy bellows to rumble your bones,
this font rattles so sharp and cutting,
a hot coal burning all anxiousness to beady puddles,
you’ll sprawl to the floor each day
and lay hot cheeks to cold floors,
sweeping cherubim,
a hold-able reality.
to stillness welcoming echoy bellows to rumble your bones,
this font rattles so sharp and cutting,
a hot coal burning all anxiousness to beady puddles,
you’ll sprawl to the floor each day
and lay hot cheeks to cold floors,
sweeping cherubim,
a hold-able reality.
posted by bethanneclements at 6:31 PM
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You have a way with words my little friend
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