

not forgottenNot Forgottennot forgotten
gaze back rainblack glaze and I'm 800 years ago cold again and wide-eyed a shiver in a cave uncomfortable dangle between evolve and digest unrest in even the simplest hardship to exist and see the storms end breath the brine filled poem which shakes the midnight pines threads a melody among the tattered cane on battered shores lined in crested copper moon a tune half obscured by the broken trellis
of cloud and star conceived in fire destined for dust I've seen tomorrows pass
by ~orangebutt
~akusclub
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~akusclub - The Alison Krauss & Union Station Fanclub!
M.
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In my dreams I save people and build algorithms.
+fav and dev watch
i like your fearutred deviation
and your galery
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