stack dump 10272022
The bastard sky
running unopposed
through me
Scented whitewash
fenced in, so very safe
fit in, you cog!
Candied vapor
by the Ganges
soap enough for the masses
writhing in purity
My Gift to you?
The Weight of all things
Life... is a Gift!
Posted by Hans Andersen
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