CLAIDISSA

so much past in my present

marling.

I'll wander the streets avoiding them eats 'til the ring on my finger slips to the ground
a gift to the gutter
a gift to the city
the veins of which have broken me down.
and I don't believe him.
morning is mocking me.

places.

May 2008

08 March 2007 @ 11:49 pm

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