I
touch the sky
with trembling hands
as reapers song
beckoningly bellows
in the shadowed backdrop
of my dormant heart;
grim like silhouettes made of stone
eternally held in place by
Medusas gaze;
*got me stuck*
I touch the sky with trembling hands as reapers song beckoningly bellows in the shadowed backdrop of my dormant heart; grim like silhouettes made of stone eternally held in place by Medusas gaze; *got me stuck* |
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