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Willing the fountains echoing silence
Around the skull of my father’s dead dog
Where the foxes croon an ancient song
Something about a lifeless bird
She traces her jaw with her finger
As she lets the words fall quietly from her mouth
I fall back on the bed
With the ceiling full of roses
Around the skull of my father’s dead dog
Where the foxes croon an ancient song
Something about a lifeless bird
She traces her jaw with her finger
As she lets the words fall quietly from her mouth
I fall back on the bed
With the ceiling full of roses
February 4, 2025 at 2:17 AM
Willing the fountains echoing silence
Around the skull of my father’s dead dog
Where the foxes croon an ancient song
Something about a lifeless bird
She traces her jaw with her finger
As she lets the words fall quietly from her mouth
I fall back on the bed
With the ceiling full of roses
Around the skull of my father’s dead dog
Where the foxes croon an ancient song
Something about a lifeless bird
She traces her jaw with her finger
As she lets the words fall quietly from her mouth
I fall back on the bed
With the ceiling full of roses
Living in a world where being against fascism scares the people in power. And emotional about it!
January 28, 2025 at 4:50 AM
Living in a world where being against fascism scares the people in power. And emotional about it!