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[chokeonmusic]

"load up on guns"
and i'll sing when it's cold.
you are my bird, tiny
bones and flight against the wind
and into the sky, i feel
so white.

hollow next to you,
and fighting with everything else.
grey powder and metal flecks
to rub into my skin and
speed a bullet towards
an apple tree,
with no apples.

Comments

[anaphora]

i really cannot help but admire you.

you have inspired me.

[chokeonmusic]

as i'm losing my religion.

thank you.