drug dealing my awkward
silences for detailed eyelashes
and we are still sleeping;
cure me with your cloudy
palms. birds feathering our
remorse and we believe in
our rooted chakras once again.
pardon my alive as i enter
this darkened sunrise.
granted avalanche
when we arrived the amulet was damaged and broke the moments erased. the moment you get out of that. it has left our warped feeling of wha...
