There are voices everywhere, must be ghosts, or am I? Alone in the chaos of stars dying and the birth of stars and teddy bear tea parties and I love you. I am under an empty sky, a sky clear and black and nearly at the tip of my nose. The bay, still and cold and swallowing without apologies any reflection I may have perceived as necessary, moves imperceptibly at my feet. What is the sound when you have never been?
Posted on: Thu, 17 Apr 2014 23:24:04 +0000
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