the gray life. or 'your neck was an ivory tower i came to visit in my sleep'.

[gracefortheweak]

it was as if i shook the hand of a surgeon only to find it steeped in blood that now creeps over mine and pools in the spread of my lap. a dark red wine that runs from the corners of the widow's mouth when she learns where her lover has gone. a thirsty arm bristling with needles that i sip from like an antelope licks up mud during a famine. and i

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[it_wuz_luv]

nice! :)